This is a song about "Sour pickles"

Say it's all your fault while the ground engraved your sour look.

Michelangelo portrait meet mia angelou notebook

Gnawing on these rappers & they have a rather sour taste

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Imma show my true worth/ sort out the sour shit and skip to the dessert/

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

But not expecting the sour is your top mistake