This is a song about "Komposition og bevgelse"

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

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

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

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

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

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

We don't believe you, you need more people

They burn on every block

Now you know that im the og