This is a song about "Serving tables"

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

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

A mother serving time in the years

So here i am at the store for some chips

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls

I be serving wack rappers like a dish

As my record label nitpicks at this

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

But she's not alonemiss independent

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Then i redecorated, that meant the tables turned.

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

A space encounter serving paste and powder

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her