This is a song about "Serving"

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Inadvertently flowing a slurred serving of slippery words

A space encounter serving paste and powder

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Life's a war i'm a soldier in it i'm serving

Shit i been heard that niggas been working

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

And maybe serving for the greater good will be my saving grace,

A mother serving time in the years

They bringing me fish and chips

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.