This is a song about "Sour"

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Imma show my true worth/ sort out the sour shit and skip to the dessert/

They used to hate wit faces like the grapes they ate was sour

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Back pack smell like sour and breath like corona

These niggas wanna be scarface, i'm with sosa

But not expecting the sour is your top mistake

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Where every recipient, property of the state

But not expecting the sour is your top mistake

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

An be puffin on that sour so you really mean it

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,