This is a song about "Bubblegum og"

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

I don't fear death

Old school , og , chicano sound/ / cruzin to the 602 , holdin it down bird city knows

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Always stay straped is what my og told me

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

I don't fuck with og kush so why don't you relax

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Just cuz u smoke nigga, doesn't mean you a freaking og.

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

I'mma still be me be the same og who puts it down for the hood (you better believe it)

Og like the prince of bel air,

I'm love stoned and i could swear