This is a song about "Serving tables"

Inadvertently flowing a slurred serving of slippery words

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

I be serving wack rappers like a dish

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Face your fate of serving in my servitude

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

And maybe serving for the greater good will be my saving grace,