This is a song about "Orange month"

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

Kinda ironic coming from a florida orange to be honest

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

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

Waiting til the beginning of the month for the check

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I turn 20 next month, and for the first time

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

The numbness of reality like an orange

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

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

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,