This is a song about "Do the orange"

I wanna be next to you

Nor all the things you do.

Why we gotta argue

What the fuck do i do

Crunching cheetos between my teeth turning em orange from white,

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

Kinda ironic coming from a florida orange to be honest

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I seem to love these whips - a white

What do you do when the hunger has died?/

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

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