This is a song about "Og napalm"

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/

Always stay straped is what my og told me

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Fuck that job been around that block

These bars but there all og

When you took my hand up so calm

And i made it and i napalm

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Im like whats up, he says your too much of a og for this place, now leave before i smack your face,