This is a song about "I love orange chicken"

Like if i was to peel back your skin like a orange peel,

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

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

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Or now they don't praise enough

I was feeling like "it's love"

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

All i got is this orange jump suit, i got sick from grapefruit juice,

Crispy, crispy chicken.

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

When i eat that chicken,

And when it's said and done

She's every love song that i love singing

I only got one rule, no kissing