This is a song about "One of a kind"

Kind of rapper that can make my repertory look like a ballad

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Malcolm is the kind of person

Car seats got screens in them

But you not the one of a kind,open your eyes,

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.

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

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

With that kind of rationale man i got half a mind

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

I'm kind of a big fucking deal c'mon man

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

//i think this is the kind of song i'd love to do a collaboration

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin