This is a song about "Serving"

My destiny is my own and my past is but a memory serving to remind me,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I'm goin grinch on this bitch, serving you a second time on the same platter

A space encounter serving paste and powder

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Fresher than a waiter, defeat is what i'm serving,

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Inadvertently flowing a slurred serving of slippery words

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Confuse onlookers, as this crook is serving you from a jug

Serving haters shots i'm a bartender no morgan i'm

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

A mother serving time in the years

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears