This is a song about "Dumb orange shirts"

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

They don't have the guts to spit the rhymes,tearing my shirts has got their lines,

If you think i'm stupid or dumb

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

The numbness of reality like an orange

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

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

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust