This is a song about "Your kind"

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

Now walk to it with your land mind

My least favorite kind

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Is that the kind of message your trying to send?

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

Relationships should never rewind

At this love thing toe to toe

You're kind of bright though

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Malcolm is the kind of person

I got these tats all on my arms

So many kind words few kind hearts