This is a song about "Og kush"

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

Spending her time with him i guess

And you don't know how it feels to be a og

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

Talking about the god you serve

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

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