This is a song about "Orange month"

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

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

Must be time of month hormones all over the shit

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

Another one till he cums and leaks for a month

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Crunching cheetos between my teeth turning em orange from white,

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

I bring dark thunder storms in the month of may

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

They got the brain capacity of 2 month old fetuses

John rocket atlanta's bravest know that i'm awesome

Make you see red orange yellow like its autumn