This is a song about "Og bitch"

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

Fuckin myopic bitch

And she stripping, go to college

Need some northern lights or that purple og?

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

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

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Look inside my closet

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

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Og like the prince of bel air,