This is a song about "Serve"

And then along came the wrong man for her

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

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

Waiting/showing you her beauty if she's naked

I just murdered, this flow can serve as memento

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

Dear dad a failure of patience/ congratulations/ my observations serve me well/

My goal's for my raps to serve as glasses

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Through my body now i'm bout to serve the

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

3 times, show me your peace sign

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