This is a song about "Purple orange"

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

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

Cystals dripping off a purple leaves

I'm why baby mamas leave

Rarely seein, barely breathin you know that i'm turning purple,

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Have a party at my funeral

Rarely seein, barely breathin turning purple,

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Leanin'/ mentally getting numb by that purple potion

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

The numbness of reality like an orange