This is a song about "Orange door knob"

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Fucking hell, where's the door?

Not one j got a pair or more

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

And i don't run counters no more

// [when you walked through the door]

She leave her hair on the floor

You showed me to the door

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

The numbness of reality like an orange

My every day job makes me feel like i'm bobbin' on some slob's knob

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

Kinda ironic coming from a florida orange to be honest