This is a song about "Orange silver doorknob"

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

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

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

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

The numbness of reality like an orange

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

No dark clouds, just silver linings

Penncounting pennys over tha years

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

As i end this letter

I like silver better!..

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her