This is a song about "Orange door hinge"

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

You showed me to the door

I ain't happy with the score

You're dirty like the jersey shore with those orange hoes.

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Banging on the back door,

And you ain't gotta go to war

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

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

Saw somethin happenn next door

Lower than my credit score

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Fucking hell, where's the door?