This is a song about "Soft serve"

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

And you never gettin yo dick in man you kinda soft

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

No wonder why when times get hard

Nigga i go stupid hard cant go soft

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

That i serve,and look at everything as i observe,

Westside, bitch i run mine

I know, i know, i'll serve my time

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Like a soft-more on a water board

Rocks in my mouth serve as a testament.

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

This the newest wolf gang member

I was soft so tender