This is a song about "Oranges bitches money weed"

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

We have so much in common, starting at the feet