This is a song about "Orange"

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

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

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

Look it something they can't ever see

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

The numbness of reality like an orange

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Like if i was to peel back your skin like a orange peel,

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel