This is a song about "Orange freedom"

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

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

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

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

I'll straight drop your ass, here comes "clockwork orange",

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Kinda like the government slowly stealing your freedom

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

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

It is the way to freedom

See, i'm second to no one