This is a song about "Orange blossom trails"

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

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

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

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

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

I pipe in and one night her

Trails snake round the river,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

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

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

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