This is a song about "Hong knong og"

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

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

These bars but there all og

And it don’t stop

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

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Master at beer pong coming from hong kong

Park my plane right there

Og like the prince of bel air,

Spending her time with him i guess

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

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

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

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,