This is a song about "Serving"

I be serving wack rappers like a dish

The tables are turned i can't take this

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

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

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

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

A space encounter serving paste and powder

His dreams gone dry, that's why he on water

Confuse onlookers, as this crook is serving you from a jug

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

A mother serving time in the years

She likes the way it hits her lips

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

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