This is a song about "Red orange green"

Covered the room in splattered red,

Give us this day, our daily bread

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

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

Crunching cheetos between my teeth turning em orange from white,

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

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

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

Kinda ironic coming from a florida orange to be honest

Like a church in debt

Found dead covered in red

It's roc nation, this my team

You aint wantin the green,