This is a song about "Nigger chicken orange"

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

I eat these skaters like chicken

I thought of bill clinton

Where would i be without my dogs

Contagious like chicken pox

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

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

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

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

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much