This is a song about "Orange month"

On the 5th of the first month,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Its been a month since he lost his guts to rap

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Kicked out 'cuz the rent is nine-hundred dollars a month,

Must be time of month hormones all over the shit

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Barely rapped for a month and i just tear through it

But i'm broke as fuck and i don't get paid 'til the first of next month

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

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

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