This is a song about "Slf harm"

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

So sad you had to miss your mom' s prom

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

She hurted me but didn't want to harm

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

And snap your arm, for every time they cause you massive harm,

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Suicide and self harm leaving us all to fear,

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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