This is a song about "Og chris 500"

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Standin on a table

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

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

See my hands start to shake

500 miles push on the disc brake

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

You wanna be an og,

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Need some northern lights or that purple og?