This is a song about "Orange shirts"

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

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

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

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

The numbness of reality like an orange

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

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

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

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free