This is a song about "Sour patch"

You a little bitch with the fucking cabbage patch flow

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Before a nigga finish put in the work

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

New batch to patch, back to making maps

You're minds gone sour

I said i'm hurting her

Listen; blacker the berry, sweeter the powder

Renown for actin foul and sour every hour

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Gnawing on these rappers & they have a rather sour taste

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

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