This is a song about "Orange colored nigga"

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

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

Make you see red orange yellow like its autumn

I bake the cake but you can't get a crumb

Real bad nigga, ima real mad nigga

How beautiful are thou, africa

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

The numbness of reality like an orange

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Mayonaise colored car, that shit's a miracle whip

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'm kobe in an orange jersey

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee