This is a song about "Orange soda"

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

I'm going off like a soda after shaking real hard

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

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