This is a song about "Og gas"

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

These bars but there all og

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

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

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Act fact, hourglass, pedal to the floor, step on the gas

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

O -line down my throat fast! like im pumpin gas!

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

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

Got my foot on the gas

So much class, double d’s and ass