This is a song about "Agent orange what do u know clockwork orange"

U don't know what i been through,

All i want is you

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

'round the clock, till i make my own clockwork of orange,

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Re-locate to a spaceship, orange the name of my agent

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Cheap ass nigga what u gonna do

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

They don't know what to do

Thank god i found you

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford