This is a song about "Orange drink"

And drink there syrup all night....

But i gotta make sure i’m right

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

We drink alcohol while them strippers show tush

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

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

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

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

I think found where your mind was

I will drink your ashes

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

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

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those