This is a song about "Orange silver bulb"

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

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

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

The numbness of reality like an orange

It's moe, all i need is more chips

No dark clouds, just silver linings

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke