This is a song about "Sour desil"

But not expecting the sour is your top mistake

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Smokin sweet and sour

I thought i recognized her

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

An be puffin on that sour so you really mean it

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

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

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

Me and you just need to talk a bit