This is a song about "Declan collins"

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

Better yet they work my every nerve

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Myers, liars, try us, bar fires, slash ya car tires,

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

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

Listen to every word that i slur

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Sometimes you can't fix shit by wishes on stars.