This is a song about "Orange hair"

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Make you see red orange yellow like its autumn

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Crunching cheetos between my teeth turning em orange from white,

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

He'd rather come his hair.

They tryin to say that i don't care

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

A life where we don't need no welfare

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth