This is a song about "Sour love"

We love for a while then a light goes

Love rapping love sneakers above those

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

You somewhere, getting your life in order

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

We never tattle, let god handle that

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

Back pack smell like sour and breath like corona

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

I wouldn't be famous

Love it when ya show me love

An be puffin on that sour so you really mean it

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit