This is a song about "Orange black people"

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

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

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

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Top dropped down, black on black

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

Crunching cheetos between my teeth turning em orange from white,