This is a song about "Sour love"

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Big homie hov said i am close

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Love rapping love sneakers above those

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

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

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

Imma show my true worth/ sort out the sour shit and skip to the dessert/

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

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

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

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

As deep as dawson's creek and shit