This is a song about "Orange door knob"

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

No ho, acquainted with the floor

You showed me to the door

Who did it before

You showed me to the door

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

The shit that i spit is more

Saw somethin happenn next door

Fucking hell, where's the door?

Of impactful things one can ask for

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

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

She leave her hair on the floor

You showed me to the door