This is a song about "Orange pencils"

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

I dont know where my pencils at!?

Luxury life, results living bad

I'm sentimental, dick made from led because i'm chomping pencils,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

He's creatin' them scenes, his new clockwork of orange,

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

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

She was wet off the bat

I dont know where my pencils at!?