This is a song about "Being kind"

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

I think it's kind of funny

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Jimmy back me, child

While that reach hovers us kind

I never said that my words would ever be kind

See there no place better than the state of my mind

Please correct me, stretch marks

So many kind words few kind hearts

This prada make me shallow

You're kind of bright though

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

To me girl your one of a kind,