This is a song about "Og"

Always stay straped is what my og told me

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

But five years from now i bet she see

I’m the king of rock

Now you know that im the og

Like they not gon' stare

Og like the prince of bel air,

These bars but there all og

O. trice always rep his block

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

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

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

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