This is a song about "Og judd"

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

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

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

You know i am not gon stop

You wanna be an og,

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Old school , og , chicano sound/ / cruzin to the 602 , holdin it down bird city knows

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Og like the prince of bel air,

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Im like whats up, he says your too much of a og for this place, now leave before i smack your face,

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase