This is a song about "Fake og s"

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

All you niggas dead , dead fake

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

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Og like the prince of bel air,

You wanna be an og,

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

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

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Need some northern lights or that purple og?

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for