This is a song about "Og cush"

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Og like the prince of bel air,

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

I'mma still be me be the same og who puts it down for the hood (you better believe it)

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

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

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Always stay straped is what my og told me

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Bring the keys, oh my god

These bars but there all og

You can beat me cuz' i'm the og

Tick tock, darling, tick tock