This is a song about "Orange drink"

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

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

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Drink this , it keeps you flying

We drink alcohol while them strippers show tush

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

The numbness of reality like an orange

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Drink some shit, money blows,

Ain't no women at the shows

So bitch shut up so i can drink again, i gotta drink again

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

But anyway i want to make sure that i have to calibrate with an orange

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch