This is a song about "Carbon dioxide"

But not expecting the sour is your top mistake

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

Glued to my taste buds, i can feel em, they sour

But not expecting the sour is your top mistake

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Cause when you try to sound it out, it leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

But not expecting the sour is your top mistake

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Smokin sweet and sour

There made out of carbon mesh!

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

It's all good, finna dog that

Don't look so sour i didn't mean it