This is a song about "Orange silver"

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

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

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

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

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

And only one silver chain to be flashing.

And getting money is the song i sing

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Finding that silver lining

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

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,