This is a song about "Kind"

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

But not the kind you think,

Beach on the weekend

I don't know why i'm even on this track

I was once the kind of kid that

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Kind of practical that this relationship

I'm trying to be kind

And relax you mind

I never said that my words would ever be kind

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

Crop aside, i'm not of the kind kind

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

You haters put up your guards

So many kind words few kind hearts