This is a song about "Og"

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

Woah there, woah there

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Will who are you? an o.g?...

Okay man you do the drop

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,

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

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Always stay straped is what my og told me

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

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