This is a song about "Og napalm"

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

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

I’m the king of rock

These bars but there all og

Spitting pure fire, saliva burning like napalm

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

You lit a fuse, you should've quit, but you spit on my mom, prepare for napalm when/

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

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

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

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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