This is a song about "Mushrooms orange juice"

And maybe get you a juice

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

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

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Sipping all sorts of devilish juice

I was sitting here, braid dead, hooked up on cookies and juice,

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

And if that means that i'm askin for too much