This is a song about "Og maco"

We popping bottles, it don't stop

These bars but there all og

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

You wanna be an og,

And i don't make no bed rock

Og like the prince of bel air,

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

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

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

I don't fuck with og kush so why don't you relax