This is a song about "Sour"

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Gnawing on these rappers & they have a rather sour taste

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Porn star head, she gon’ suck it like a sequel

Back pack smell like sour and breath like corona

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

Cause when you try to sound it out, it leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds