This is a song about "Agent orange"

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

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

I'll straight drop your ass, here comes "clockwork orange",

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

The numbness of reality like an orange

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

Kinda ironic coming from a florida orange to be honest

All i got is this orange jump suit, i got sick from grapefruit juice,

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

You're dirty like the jersey shore with those orange hoes.

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes