This is a song about "Serving tables"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I'm serving the beat, nobody's perfect as me

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Im gonna ration these f bombs heres a serving of fuck you

By the water, au revoir to my audience

A mother serving time in the years

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

Then i redecorated, that meant the tables turned.

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

A space encounter serving paste and powder

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

The tables have turned, now i'm the favorite

Face your fate of serving in my servitude

But radio ain't trying to follow suit