This is a song about "An orange"

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

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

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

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

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

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

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

The numbness of reality like an orange

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

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

An insane lunatic

I like to call that a quick flip

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

Crunching cheetos between my teeth turning em orange from white,