This is a song about "Your about to get served"

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

They're gonna grow up and be just like the rest of the sheep in the world

Let's put it on cruise control

It's good, i'm about to steal your soul

This kids started to spit and shit's about to get cray cray"

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

Put your suit and tie on cuz shit's about to get formal

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

You are about to get swirled

Long as she come to me first

Its malcolm sex, things about to get mean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

And served it to the public on a silver platter

About to get hit with my meat cleaver

I wanted a brother my mother i told her