This is a song about "What kind of dream this"

(plexus) what kind of genius am i in my own eyes

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Kind of practical that this relationship

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Lots of internal rhymes here so i'd spit this kind of fast in order to feel the flow:

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Sometimes i wonder what kind of person i'd be.....

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

Until this day took place, once of a kind

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

What kind of power you have over me get over here

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

This kind of music, use it and you get amped to do shit

See there no place better than the state of my mind

Nah im too kind maybe of a rare kind