This is a song about "Kind"

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

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

It's kind of an abrupt solution

So if it comes down, may the best man win

I'll teach you how to take it slow

You're kind of bright though

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

Different kinds of people in this world, some are kind/

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

I think it's kind of funny

While that reach hovers us kind

To my unborn child

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

I never said that my words would ever be kind