This is a song about "Orange pubic hair"

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

The numbness of reality like an orange

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

Make you see red orange yellow like its autumn

Or a measure of a fortune more awesome

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

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Park my plane right there

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair