This is a song about "King og haze"

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Haven't slep for days, kill a fucking bitch in an irrational haze

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

Tryin hard to hide my face

After i spark up the haze,

Pawning my chain in the shop

You wanna be an og,

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

It's how we put it there

Og like the prince of bel air,