This is a song about "Orange shirts"

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

I'll straight drop your ass, here comes "clockwork orange",

They vaguely decipher my language

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

Lying to yourself, all over an image

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

All i got is this orange jump suit, i got sick from grapefruit juice,

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope