This is a song about "Kind"

I never said that my words would ever be kind

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

Money back on my mind

Sit kid,learn from a sick kind,

Good help is hard to find

My least favorite kind

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

I was once the kind of kid that

I promise i'mma call you back

I'm on my grind

I'm trying to be kind

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

I'ma be kind, i'm empathetic