This is a song about "Sour cream"

Don't look so sour i didn't mean it

Bitch you should see my wallet

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

You're minds gone sour

So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

I'm a fucking kid acting like the world to me is cream

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

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

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean