This is a song about "Orange silver bulb"

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

Silver and demaz, does that ring a bell?

Oh how i hated everyone therethe baby lie here dying

That medal made of silver or bronze that medal for trying

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

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

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Women front, they get its cold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

And if you ain't heard me properly

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

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