This is a song about "Orange"

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

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

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

I'll straight drop your ass, here comes "clockwork orange",

Lying to yourself, all over an image

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

All i got is this orange jump suit, i got sick from grapefruit juice,

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

Or be found adrift, forever a myth, concealed with the pith. orange rhymes

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Make you see red orange yellow like its autumn