This is a song about "Serve"

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

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

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

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Don't trip though because my rhymes only serve to stun.

Take every pill the quacks serve me

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city