This is a song about "Dumb orange shirts"

Fucking checkin punks want to become a dumb

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Crunching cheetos between my teeth turning em orange from white,

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

The numbness of reality like an orange

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

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

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

When they here today what you say to them

If you think i'm stupid or dumb

Make you see red orange yellow like its autumn

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done