This is a song about "Kind"

You haters put up your guards

So many kind words few kind hearts

Crop aside, i'm not of the kind kind

A million nasty things went through my mind

I'm not usually that kind of individual.

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

For inspiration, my kind

Cause i’m back on my grind

I think it's kind of funny

But i kinda like your company

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

It's kind of an abrupt solution

And there's no way i can pay you back

I was once the kind of kid that