This is a song about "Silver orange"

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

The numbness of reality like an orange

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

But anyway i want to make sure that i have to calibrate with an orange

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

I rather have a silver platter than- fall into life's badder trends

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

I make a way for my people to see the light

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

Before a nigga signed i had a healthier liver

Looking in the mirror all i want is silver

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Kinda ironic coming from a florida orange to be honest

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint