This is a song about "Serve"

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Dear dad a failure of patience/ congratulations/ my observations serve me well/

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Now sit back relax, while i serve vengeance gourmet,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Sworn to serve till soul hurt, and his bones burst/

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

The type of embarrassment i serve stays with you for life

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

I always ask myself do i honestly serve a purpose,

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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