This is a song about "Death of an og"

Bring the keys, oh my god

Will who are you? an o.g?...

The river of death has brimmed his banks

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Give a mic the kiss of death

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Of his death, such similarity

These bars but there all og

There must be a god

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

O. trice always rep his block

You wanna be an og,

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says