This is a song about "Kind"

For that paper, i'mma grind

Sit kid,learn from a sick kind,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm not usually that kind of individual.

To me girl your one of a kind,

The revolution has arrived

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Nah im too kind maybe of a rare kind

But i just wanna make love to your mind

Crop aside, i'm not of the kind kind

Some suggestions of the subtextual kind

A million nasty things went through my mind

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

It was just that everyone who wanted to be kind

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