This is a song about "Fu not arwal og"

Fu* my real dad he was never in my life

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

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

I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe

This is the part where we run hip hop

You can beat me cuz' i'm the og

These bars but there all og

And don't make vibrations stop

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

I'm a bok fu prodigy, smack you up with words

We kung-fu that jack black/

May just gon' bring hobo back

And you don't know how it feels to be a og

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop