This is a song about "Orange month"

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

But anyway i want to make sure that i have to calibrate with an orange

Malia family, we the family

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Barely rapped for a month and i just tear through it

Kinda ironic coming from a florida orange to be honest

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

They got the brain capacity of 2 month old fetuses

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

I'll straight drop your ass, here comes "clockwork orange",

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge