This is a song about "Orange door knob"

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

Saw somethin happenn next door

The shit that i spit is more

Bank on that shit dawg i'm stroking my knob.

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

The numbness of reality like an orange

You showed me to the door

They make it worth more

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

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

So tell me why are we at war

// [when you walked through the door]