This is a song about "Og ms"

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

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Now you know that im the og

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

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

You can beat me cuz' i'm the og

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Hitting the mary jane and fucking ms. stacy on the beach

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

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