This is a song about "Serve"

Now sit back relax, while i serve vengeance gourmet,

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Soft serve lyrical excellence you should observe like dem freaks from

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

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

Welcome to organized crime

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

My goal's for my raps to serve as glasses

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Take every pill the quacks serve me

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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