This is a song about "Orange freedom"

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

And i don't need wings to know freedom/

Hard to move on when you always regret one

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

Music is the freedom

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

And music's about lettin' freedom reign like water drops,

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Re-locate to a spaceship, orange the name of my agent