This is a song about "Sour"

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

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

But not expecting the sour is your top mistake

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

Say it's all your fault while the ground engraved your sour look.

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee

Took the van, went snatch her

Smokin sweet and sour

Give me dome, then let me skate

Cause im as so sour as lemonade