This is a song about "Og napalm"

I’m the king of rock

Now you know that im the og

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Put my trust in my god

You can beat me cuz' i'm the og

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

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

Need some northern lights or that purple og?

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

Baby i’mma mess, mess

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

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm