This is a song about "Orange door hinge"

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

With dorhinge (door-hinge), which swings 'n' flings, correlating to the physics of wings,

The numbness of reality like an orange

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

You see i gotta go to war

Fucking hell, where's the door?

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

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

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

Make you see red orange yellow like its autumn

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

You showed me to the door

But anyway i want to make sure that i have to calibrate with an orange

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch