This is a song about "Sour patch kids"

Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/

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

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Cut skin when it's soft, she looks like cabbage patch kids,

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

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

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

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

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

Why are the little kids having little kids