This is a song about "Kind"

? all white but the phantom is all black

I was once the kind of kid that

Please correct me, stretch marks

So many kind words few kind hearts

While that reach hovers us kind

Uh, this what's been on my mind

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

But not the kind you think,

For inspiration, my kind

Pay my haters not too much mind

I think it's kind of funny

It ain't hard to make money