This is a song about "Orange month"

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Make you see red orange yellow like its autumn

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Must be time of month hormones all over the shit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

I bring dark thunder storms in the month of may

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say