This is a song about "Orange hair"

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

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Kinda ironic coming from a florida orange to be honest

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I bake the cake but you can't get a crumb

Make you see red orange yellow like its autumn

A life where we don't need no welfare

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

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

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

The numbness of reality like an orange

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

Crunching cheetos between my teeth turning em orange from white,

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes