This is a song about "Doorknob orange"

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

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

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

Trying to give them light and a message

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

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

Crunching cheetos between my teeth turning em orange from white,

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died