This is a song about "Served"

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

I can tell that you got served, because i eat the mic,

You wish i was a restaurant, cause you can get served for free.

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

Never get served with manners like "ni hao, bitch"

They vaguely decipher my language

And served it to the public on a silver platter

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

After im done sorry hun gotta go run, now im in one with the world

I can't correlate the weight of being served on a cold plate,

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

What, is it served fresh with fries and a coke on the side?

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide