This is a song about "Kind"

A million nasty things went through my mind

And it looks you're one of those flexible kind

Some suggestions of the subtextual kind

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

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

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

One day at a timeshe the one? never mind

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

Really though i'm lebron, really don't got my mind

It was just that everyone who wanted to be kind

Good help is hard to find

While that reach hovers us kind

To me girl your one of a kind,

Now walk to it with your land mind

But believe coz we're blessed we don't need to be kind

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind