This is a song about "Orange snack"

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

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Your my snack i'm ready to tear it

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

The numbness of reality like an orange

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

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

You ain't gon find that

Just go and grab a snack

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Sit back,eat snack,watch me fuck you back to back

Crunching cheetos between my teeth turning em orange from white,

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide