This is a song about "Orange drank"

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

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

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

'round the clock, till i make my own clockwork of orange,

Hang with you, sip drank with you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

He's creatin' them scenes, his new clockwork of orange,

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Who drank caprisun and masturbated in my bedroom.

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

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

With such an ugly picture in it and

He smoked, she drank, he stoned, she ratchet, he clank.