This is a song about "Sour patch"

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

New batch to patch, back to making maps

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cause im as so sour as lemonade

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

You a little bitch with the fucking cabbage patch flow