This is a song about "Serving"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

A mother serving time in the years

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

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

Im gonna ration these f bombs heres a serving of fuck you

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Face your fate of serving in my servitude

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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