This is a song about "Serve"

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,

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

I always ask myself do i honestly serve a purpose,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Together all the timethought it was true love

My goal's for my raps to serve as glasses

And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father

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

Waiting/showing you her beauty if she's naked

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

You want some beef nigga? i'll serve it to you raw

To liberate yourselves, africa

Soft serve lyrical excellence you should observe like dem freaks from

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them