This is a song about "Og hood"

They burn on every block

Will who are you? an o.g?...

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

If theres a time that in the hood

Og like the prince of bel air,

No medal here, i'm well aware

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

You can beat me cuz' i'm the og

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

Always stay straped is what my og told me