This is a song about "Orange freedom"

At your best you might

Lets spread our freedom wide

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain

Never let the game play youand for the fame

You already are caged

Can freedom be explained?

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

At first grace church in new orleans, and freedom,

Smile on my face with the freedom

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

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

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

And i don't need wings to know freedom/