This is a song about "Serving time"

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

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

It's refrigeration time

Shit, see that thing there was mine

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I grimace a bit, it's like i'm serving criminal sentences,

Face your fate of serving in my servitude

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

Now i move with aggression, use my mind as a weapon

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

My destiny is my own and my past is but a memory serving to remind me,

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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