This is a song about "Kind rapping"

Soldiers lost their mind

For inspiration, my kind

Fine young man with an old man mind

Sit kid,learn from a sick kind,

Rap is one of a kind.

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

I'ma be kind, i'm empathetic

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Kind of practical that this relationship

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Ever since i started rapping,

What you're lacking is good rapping/

But he don't rule a thing

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Malcolm is the kind of person