This is a song about "Fettes kind"

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

But believe coz we're blessed we don't need to be kind

I'm trying to be kind

You on my mind

I was once the kind of kid that

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

It was just that everyone who wanted to be kind

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I think it's kind of funny

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

I never said that my words would ever be kind

But not the kind you think,

You was bigger than an artist