This is a song about "Squirrel grapes and orange"

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

Or be found adrift, forever a myth, concealed with the pith. orange rhymes

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

Grapes of knowledge growing green, toss em in the well,

It's that crack, give you something to sell

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Squirrel is running on the roof

Squirrel is running on the roof

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Kinda ironic coming from a florida orange to be honest

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

'round the clock, till i make my own clockwork of orange,