This is a song about "Kind worss"

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

Some suggestions of the subtextual kind

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

So many kind words few kind hearts

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Nah im too kind maybe of a rare kind

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

I'm somethin like the light-skin version

Malcolm is the kind of person

Uh, this what's been on my mind

While that reach hovers us kind

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

Different kinds of people in this world, some are kind/

Now walk to it with your land mind

I'm trying to be kind