This is a song about "Mother fucking like clock orange bliming blowing for agent orange"

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

But you’re my fucking mother

And let them lames get your old number

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

So much for a fucking structure, killed him in a grill mother fucker

Crunching cheetos between my teeth turning em orange from white,

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Or be found adrift, forever a myth, concealed with the pith. orange rhymes

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

Make you see red orange yellow like its autumn

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

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