This is a song about "Sour patch kids"

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

But not expecting the sour is your top mistake

Follow to your limousine, stuck you like a nicotine patch

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

Before a nigga finish put in the work

How simple they are

You're minds gone sour

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

But not expecting the sour is your top mistake