This is a song about "Mykah servin"

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Gain with reign and servin' up the best,

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Servin you with different versions

Cause we been off them slave ships

Queen b would have you servin tea/

You see now that nigga lonely

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Servin' master, soft flesh up in the sun, they think they're shinin',

My raps thee bomb call me d-con i servin u vermin some venom

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one