This is a song about "Og gas"

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

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

I'm banking a full tank, you're running on low gas

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Now you know that im the og

Fuck that job been around that block

Og like the prince of bel air,

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Im sayin one night my love is like that

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Got my foot on the gas

These bars but there all og

Only real niggas stay on top

And i don't make no bed rock

You can beat me cuz' i'm the og