This is a song about "Orange silver doorknob"

'round the clock, till i make my own clockwork of orange,

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

She likes the way it hits her lips

No dark clouds, just silver linings

Make you see red orange yellow like its autumn

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

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

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

(silver spoon anyone?)

Just a place that they can come

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

Can't deal with me on a silver platter

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

Hopin' that my niggas see

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

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