This is a song about "Self harm"

Not even he satan can harm me with his hardest hit,

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Didn't control 'em / but was no harm intended

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Or did i sprout a new arm, cat squad causing all this harm,

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Of life, harm my bodily functions to be precise

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Is it for the best or is it doing more harm?

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

So sad you had to miss your mom' s prom

And save her from this path that we call self harm?

He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won