This is a song about "Sour souls"

Don't look so sour i didn't mean it

And my momma keep smoking that shit

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

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

Cause im as so sour as lemonade

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

They call me grim reaper, i'm the snatcher of souls,

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Man in the race for souls for money

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

Glued to my taste buds, i can feel em, they sour

Oh you mad ‘cause i’m stylin’ from the city of power