This is a song about "Orange shirts"

They don't have the guts to spit the rhymes,tearing my shirts has got their lines,

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Re-locate to a spaceship, orange the name of my agent

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

C-squared wearin some hawaiian shirts, every one got there butt hurts,

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

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

Make you see red orange yellow like its autumn

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

Fuck "grey's anatomy" i'm getting sasha grey throat

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

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