This is a song about "Serve"

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Take every pill the quacks serve me

And i’ll be sure to serve you with a cold plate,

I let her decorate the real estate

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

You want some beef nigga? i'll serve it to you raw

Serve me 'cuz hip-hop degrades you, bitch i'll strip your corpse,

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

I always ask myself do i honestly serve a purpose,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

When all physical and trivial things serve as a crutch.

That i serve,and look at everything as i observe,

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous