This is a song about "Word orange"

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

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

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

Kinda ironic coming from a florida orange to be honest

And i mean every motherfuckin word

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

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

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

The numbness of reality like an orange

Creyente, believer in gods word

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

There's much more to life than just poverty

I'm kobe in an orange jersey