This is a song about "Servin"

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Gain with reign and servin' up the best,

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Do you think i'm crazy

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

My raps thee bomb call me d-con i servin u vermin some venom

Servin you with different versions

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Servin' master, soft flesh up in the sun, they think they're shinin',

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission