This is a song about "Orange hair"

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

They're tryin to say that i don't care

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

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

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Let me hear that beat, air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues