This is a song about "Serve"

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

My goal's for my raps to serve as glasses

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Take every pill the quacks serve me

Third ward general, young cash money

No doubts that my team'll murk the rest,beat & serve the pests

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Say hi to the ritalin regiment

Rocks in my mouth serve as a testament.

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

The type of embarrassment i serve stays with you for life