This is a song about "Kind bars"

This is just a few bars

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Some suggestions of the subtextual kind

A million nasty things went through my mind

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

To me girl your one of a kind,

Got an independent business mind

I never said that my words would ever be kind

I think it's kind of funny

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I be spittin the bars,

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Jimmy back me, child

I'm trying to be kind

For that paper, i'mma grind

Rap is one of a kind.