This is a song about "Kind bars"

The you should look up in the stars

I be spittin the bars,

Rap is one of a kind.

From the womb, my newborn child

For inspiration, my kind

Good help is hard to find

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

I'ma be kind, i'm empathetic

Malcolm is the kind of person

I told him get his 9 and run

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

Got a brand new bentley, fanciest of it's kind

So many kind words few kind hearts

Finish line with the tire marks

To me girl your one of a kind,

You can search but you'll never find