This is a song about "West orange"

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

Eastside, take them to the west

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I already said im the best, yeah you guessed, fuck kanye west

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

And i still look less fresh than kanye west

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

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

My ego is big as kanye west,

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

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