This is a song about "Sour cr"

Poke out from behind her

You're minds gone sour

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

An be puffin on that sour so you really mean it

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Renown for actin foul and sour every hour

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

But not expecting the sour is your top mistake

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

And then along came the wrong man for her