This is a song about "Agent orange"

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

Crunching cheetos between my teeth turning em orange from white,

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Directed towards the agent

With such an ugly picture in it and

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

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

He's creatin' them scenes, his new clockwork of orange,

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

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

But anyway i want to make sure that i have to calibrate with an orange

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

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

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.