This is a song about "Serving"

A mother serving time in the years

She likes the way it hits her lips

A space encounter serving paste and powder

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments

A space encounter serving paste and powder

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

Thats the one im serving,no need for theory hit it end today and it will end this way

Is heaven just another door? i leave this here

Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,

I be serving wack rappers like a dish

The tables are turned i can't take this

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

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