This is a song about "Sour deisel"

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

I'm hearin' this shit, your rhymes are sour tastin' like lime

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

But not expecting the sour is your top mistake

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

Listen to every word that i slur

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Smokin sweet and sour

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

But not expecting the sour is your top mistake

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

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