This is a song about "Different kind"

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Same shit different day with a different bitch

You haters put up your guards

So many kind words few kind hearts

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Different kind of people in this world/

Rap is one of a kind.

For that paper, i'mma grind

If you ever feel alone and

That they lived it different

While that reach hovers us kind

From the womb, my newborn child