This is a song about "Sour"

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

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror

Back pack smell like sour and breath like corona

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

This is for my bitches gettin' high on the regular

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

Cause im as so sour as lemonade

It feels good to be over you, babe

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

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