This is a song about "Orange door hinge"

Ima go until my arm's sore

You showed me to the door

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

// [when you walked through the door]

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

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Take some inventory, in this gorge there's a ford engine, door hinge

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

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

You showed me to the door

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

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

Party with bitches that throw parties too much