This is a song about "Kind"

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

All on the furniture with no regards

So many kind words few kind hearts

While that reach hovers us kind

This is to my unborn child

And you could find interest

But not the kind you think,

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

I'ma be kind, i'm empathetic

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

I was once the kind of kid that

Good help is hard to find

For inspiration, my kind