This is a song about "Sour cream"

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Well maybe just that one motive, you know about cream

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

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

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

I got something you've been waiting for

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

But... what's oreo without the cream?

Renown for actin foul and sour every hour

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team