Serena

For lack of a nicer way I can word it

She's got them eating dust whenever she's serving

When they stunt, it's nothing to baby

Her, cup runneth over, this Tumblr baby

Afro on a hunnid, keep that retro blooming

Admire her train of thought, girl that Metro boomin

Swing by with rackets she wants some or all of

But she don't play them games of back and forth, and it's all love

Her dreams drive lames insane in the mind

Egoes fragile, they're so afraid of her feminine mind

But she ain't shook, so like it or nah, hated or loved

She steers away from them, she knows what they're capable of