This is a song about "Sour patch"

See, i like the person that you are

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa

Back pack smell like sour and breath like corona

Flow i have it, and i'l never have to patch it

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

It feels good to be over you, babe

Cause im as so sour as lemonade

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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