This is a song about "Og benny loc"

Benny fucking trip remember the name,

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

O. trice always rep his block

Now you know that im the og

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

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

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

Like dissing benny and four twenty weren't enough

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

You wanna be an og,

You see him as a god

Benny trip makes the rules now, i've fallen off track

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack