This is a song about "Kind"

Now walk to it with your land mind

My least favorite kind

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

But believe coz we're blessed we don't need to be kind

Got a brand new bentley, fanciest of it's kind

See there no place better than the state of my mind

I never said that my words would ever be kind

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

So many kind words few kind hearts

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

And it looks you're one of those flexible kind

Good help is hard to find

To me girl your one of a kind,