This is a song about "Serving tables"

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

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

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

The tables have turned, now i'm the favorite

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

So much that i think about just breaking tables

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

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

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

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

Inadvertently flowing a slurred serving of slippery words

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Face your fate of serving in my servitude

So before i go, you should harvest food