This is a song about "Kind"

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Malcolm is the kind of person

I'm not usually that kind of individual.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Pay my haters not too much mind

While that reach hovers us kind

It was just that everyone who wanted to be kind

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

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

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

You haters put up your guards

So many kind words few kind hearts

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust