This is a song about "Sour food"

Banging out niggas with attitude

And in this game you the gators' food

Renown for actin foul and sour every hour

Tell them that your sorry, you're a cow, took a fuckin' shower

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Back pack smell like sour and breath like corona

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

But not expecting the sour is your top mistake

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape