This is a song about "Sour cream"

We just looking in the mirror

Smokin sweet and sour

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

Although the route's foul, we need similac powder

Renown for actin foul and sour every hour

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

I'm the head coach of the team

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

You're minds gone sour

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ?a penis didn't cream?