This is a song about "Serve"

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

When all physical and trivial things serve as a crutch.

Now sit back relax, while i serve vengeance gourmet,

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I always ask myself do i honestly serve a purpose,

I can always depend on my mama

Through my body now i'm bout to serve the

Used to call me the african don dada

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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