This is a song about "Fake og s"

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

I'm hoping i confess

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

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

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Bitch, you're 12, acting og like a fresh mc, don't ya agree?

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably