This is a song about "Orange silver"

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

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

You be get up on this fly shit baby

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

That medal made of silver or bronze that medal for trying

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

Same shit you said yesterday

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

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote