This is a song about "Sour patch"

But not expecting the sour is your top mistake

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

They used to hate wit faces like the grapes they ate was sour

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

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

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

New batch to patch, back to making maps

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.