This is a song about "Sawyer"

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Cut up rappers into pieces like i was a lumberjack/

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

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

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

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Rap like a robot? bitch they call me mechanic/

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Y'all niggas want to go platinum but see you can't even get a wood pushed,

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

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

And all women who had light features, see