This is a song about "Orange"

Kinda ironic coming from a florida orange to be honest

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Crunching cheetos between my teeth turning em orange from white,

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Make you see red orange yellow like its autumn

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Re-locate to a spaceship, orange the name of my agent

But anyway i want to make sure that i have to calibrate with an orange

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

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

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

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch