This is a song about "Og bitch"

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

Spending her time with him i guess

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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?...

And it don’t stop

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

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

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

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

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

I broke mama heart with no college