This is a song about "Orange pencils"

Like if i was to peel back your skin like a orange peel,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

You're dirty like the jersey shore with those orange hoes.

Whether teddy or pat

I dont know where my pencils at!?

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

Crunching cheetos between my teeth turning em orange from white,

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

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

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

The numbness of reality like an orange

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge