This is a song about "Waiter tips"

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Pretend bars like the templars, like when desmond was a waiter

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

Pretend bars like the templars, like when desmond was a waiter

Fine leather stitch so dont flick your joint tips in this whip

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Now you know i gotta kill it i feel it all in my finger tips

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Please, that nigga can get a job as a waiter.

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Im rising to fame taking all these joker tips,

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Hollow tips well let you taste em