This is a song about "Serve"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I always ask myself do i honestly serve a purpose,

Graduated from green now i serve to the fiends

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Who woulda known that i came here to serve a bid,

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

The type of embarrassment i serve stays with you for life

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

I know, i know, i'll serve my time

Go like i never seen a red light shine

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

Now sit back relax, while i serve vengeance gourmet,