“I’m like a waiter and you something like a hater / with trays in both hands, place an order I can cater” —"City Is Mine"
Drake would be such a great waiter. Really nice, always checking how your meal is. He’d be scornful as hell, though. He’d smile in the faces of difficult patrons, but when he huddles up with the other servers he’d be talking all types of shit. This lyric is great because it makes you imagine Drake holding trays in each hand, palms up.