This is a song about "Og mondauris"

These bars but there all og

It’s hip-hop, not pop

They say i talk like im god body

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

Baby i’mma mess, mess

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

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

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

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

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

And don't make vibrations stop

You wanna be an og,