This is a song about "Kinda"

Bitches is artificially duck

That i'm better than any kinda drug

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

Leave em in dust, they kinda slow

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

It's kinda sad, but i'm laughing whatever happens

Kinda like maths and asian

I told him get his 9 and run

Just a place that they can come

Small town, kinda place a came from

It's all over now, take it like a man

That's the kinda person i am

I'm an amusing kinda person.

For the outlawz, here we come