This is a song about "Hong knong og"

Always stay straped is what my og told me

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

We don't believe you, you need more people

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

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

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

I'mma still be me be the same og who puts it down for the hood (you better believe it)

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

As long as we're cooperating with god

Need some northern lights or that purple og?

Tick tock, darling, tick tock

You can beat me cuz' i'm the og