This is a song about "Kind"

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

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

You can search but you'll never find

For inspiration, my kind

I'm trying to be kind

Now walk to it with your land mind

Some suggestions of the subtextual kind

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

You on my mind

Rap is one of a kind.

To me girl your one of a kind,

Money back on my mind

It's kind of an abrupt solution

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin