This is a song about "Sour patch"

Back pack smell like sour and breath like corona

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

Smokin sweet and sour

But that's what he liked her

That's what rains for

You're minds gone sour

Shut the fuck up little cabbage-patch activists, class slackers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Cause im as so sour as lemonade

Rat poison your relish right in the center, babe