This is a song about "Og napalm"

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

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

Always stay straped is what my og told me

That's the way, you can move it baby

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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

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

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Napalm at your chest- sonnin' cats, to date the moms with the chests

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends