This is a song about "Og hood"

I'm chillin' in this hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

And i don't make no bed rock

You wanna be an og,

Trapping with the hood rats

Man it’s the killer tracks

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Need some northern lights or that purple og?

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Now you know that im the og

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

I'mma still be me be the same og who puts it down for the hood (you better believe it)