This is a song about "Word orange"

Make you see red orange yellow like its autumn

And it rules everything around them

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

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

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

And i mean every motherfuckin word

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

You're dirty like the jersey shore with those orange hoes.

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope