This is a song about "Serve"

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

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

Soft serve lyrical excellence you should observe like dem freaks from

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Take every pill the quacks serve me

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

I got something you've been waiting for

I just murdered, this flow can serve as memento

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

When all physical and trivial things serve as a crutch.

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Only god can judge me in this false world to whom i serve