This is a song about "Orange fat lama"

Crunching cheetos between my teeth turning em orange from white,

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Make you see red orange yellow like its autumn

Two dyke bitches while i'm filmin' them picnic, yum

You said also i was fat

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Just to make it in this broadway lights

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Marijuana's been as calming as the fucking dalai lama

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

We all follow the decree of dali lama, forget

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

The numbness of reality like an orange

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch