This is a song about "Orange"

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

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

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

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

The numbness of reality like an orange

Once as a slave who imagined being free

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

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

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

While i'm making history

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford