This is a song about "That kind of girl countryng"

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

Kind of practical that this relationship

But i just wanna make love to your mind

Crop aside, i'm not of the kind kind

Ideas that are brighter, than any kind of liar

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

While that reach hovers us kind

You can search but you'll never find

With that kind of rationale man i got half a mind

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

I'm not usually that kind of individual.

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Uh. this the kind of shit that starts off on track and gets real fucked up.

What the fuck kind of name is that

Cus if your love was all i had