This is a song about "Og bennett"

Always stay straped is what my og told me

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

He say, she say." oh my god

You wanna be an og,

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

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe

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

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

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

You can beat me cuz' i'm the og

And never should you tear

Og like the prince of bel air,

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

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows