This is a song about "Whiter than sour cream"

With a nice vanilla cream

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

You're minds gone sour

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Oh snap i am whiter than a paper on crack

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

I just hope the future's brighter, my face is getting whiter

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

20$ for a small coffee, it's whiter than ireland

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,