This is a song about "Orange hair"

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

We both grown and i dont care

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

He'd rather come his hair.

No, not on top but down there

The numbness of reality like an orange

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

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

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

Kinda ironic coming from a florida orange to be honest