This is a song about "Orange pac"

But i'll never do my nigga like pac did

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

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

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

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

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

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

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

He said that he rather put the pump to his face