This is a song about "Sour love"

I never use a fork i always spoon her

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

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

Love rapping love sneakers above those

Every night i stroke hoes

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Say it's all your fault while the ground engraved your sour look.

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

But not expecting the sour is your top mistake