This is a song about "Your son was tryna harm me"

Hurt me harm me,cut me scar me,

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Okay...you should not hate me son

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Back of your mind, i know you wanna stop me son

Suck my lolly pop then

Your son is left wondering when

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

The fire brigade laid rest to the flames and claimed no harm was done,

And i know that you're open

I don't want your fucking votes son