This is a song about "Og gas"

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Og like the prince of bel air,

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Always stay straped is what my og told me

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

Make him inhale the gas fumes

I still got my nike boots

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Little light in the ass

It's too turned going up like gas

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,