This is a song about "Denali og"

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Told him don't touch my og kush it's better than your keef

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

Always stay straped is what my og told me

This is like riding through the city

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

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Og like the prince of bel air,

Woah there, woah there

Like a fiend off the best rock

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

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

Yes sir, please confess