This is a song about "Sour cristal"

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

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

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

Oh you mad ‘cause i’m stylin’ from the city of power

Say bye bye to her

You're minds gone sour

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Cause when you try to sound it out, it leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

Back pack smell like sour and breath like corona

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Seeking for oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

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