This is a song about "Og hood"

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

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

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

We popping bottles, it don't stop

These bars but there all og

My bitches fuck me good

I don't live in the hood

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

He say, she say." oh my god

Now you know that im the og

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

You wanna be an og,

Let me see you walk