This is a song about "He and she han og hun"

You can beat me cuz' i'm the og

Only real niggas stay on top

She was never so scared in her life but then he took a swing and she fell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

She assembled confetti just cuz he said he was ready to hit it

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

But when she started fucking up he didn't forgive her

She abhorred her spouse, when he was a born she couldn't afford a house

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Im like whats up, he says your too much of a og for this place, now leave before i smack your face,

She knew he was her supply, thought it better than to lie

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

I work hard for everything i get

Yer dont go ther hun he sure aint worth it