This is a song about "Kind"

I never said that my words would ever be kind

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

While that reach hovers us kind

Jimmy back me, child

A million nasty things went through my mind

Crop aside, i'm not of the kind kind

It was just that everyone who wanted to be kind

See there no place better than the state of my mind

I think it's kind of funny

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

So many kind words few kind hearts

Got a brand new bentley, fanciest of it's kind

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

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

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