This is a song about "Orange pubic hair"

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

They're tryin to say that i don't care

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

The numbness of reality like an orange

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

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

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair