This is a song about "Serving tables"

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Fitting that you're the tutor cause i'm serving you a lesson

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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

I be serving wack rappers like a dish

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Face your fate of serving in my servitude

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route