This is a song about "Kind rapping"

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

What you're lacking is good rapping/

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

I’m way harder than the concrete

For inspiration, my kind

You can search but you'll never find

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

Kind of practical that this relationship

Rap is one of a kind.

Soldiers lost their mind

This is to my unborn child

While that reach hovers us kind