This is a song about "Orange nigga hippie bitch"

Hearin' "pop a nigga, smack a bitch, and get stoned",

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Fucking on some bitch, i got my peen in her v nigga

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

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

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

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

Modern hippie just like hector

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life