This is a song about "Kind people"

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

Crop aside, i'm not of the kind kind

You're kind of bright though

I hit the studio

People give away their soul for it and its kind of funny

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

For inspiration, my kind

Fine young man with an old man mind

Different kind of people in this world/

Back like i never ever left in the first

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

They aren't the kind of people i like to talk to,

My least favorite kind

Uh, this what's been on my mind