This is a song about "Komposition og bevgelse"

He say, she say, oh my god

You wanna be an og,

Yes sir, please confess

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

Murdered every bod from my squad

Now you know that im the og

Old school , og , chicano sound/ / cruzin to the 602 , holdin it down bird city knows

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Just cuz u smoke nigga, doesn't mean you a freaking og.

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

You appear as if you care

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free