This is a song about "Serve"

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Take every pill the quacks serve me

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

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

Through my body now i'm bout to serve the

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

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

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait