This is a song about "Kind"

And relax you mind

While that reach hovers us kind

Fine young man with an old man mind

I'm trying to be kind

Soldiers lost their mind

For inspiration, my kind

So many kind words few kind hearts

All on the furniture with no regards

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

I never said that my words would ever be kind

I was once the kind of kid that

To get them niggas while they laid back

I'ma be kind, i'm empathetic

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

You can search but you'll never find

My least favorite kind