This is a song about "Kind hearted"

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

#infinite syllables breathing the life into these cold hearted melodies

Or relieves from the broken hearted stories

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

This is for those who are left broken hearted

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.

For that paper, i'mma grind

For inspiration, my kind

Some suggestions of the subtextual kind

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

You're beautiful, sweet, nice, caring, and good hearted.