This is a song about "Kind"

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

As: they will be so surprised

For inspiration, my kind

Money back on my mind

While that reach hovers us kind

My least favorite kind

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

I'm not usually that kind of individual.

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

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

I never said that my words would ever be kind

So many kind words few kind hearts

Please correct me, stretch marks