This is a song about "Serve"

Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world

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

But all ten of them gonna call a nigga period

Who woulda known that i came here to serve a bid,

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/

Through my body now i'm bout to serve the

Coroners comfort your mama

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Graduated from green now i serve to the fiends

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

My goal's for my raps to serve as glasses

The way she walks and causes a fuss