This is a song about "Sour patch"

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

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

You a little bitch with the fucking cabbage patch flow

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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