This is a song about "Orange pencils"

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

The numbness of reality like an orange

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

I dont know where my pencils at!?

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

Crunching cheetos between my teeth turning em orange from white,

But no , i still be rocking the pencils,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

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

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

Now i know a lotta styles, some see