This is a song about "Orange pac"

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

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

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

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

Was pac right about being conceived in prison

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Cos my mac ten sprays like 'pac then (the old days)

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Make you see red orange yellow like its autumn

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

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

Pac is dead? shit i know that pac is dead.