This is a song about "Og napalm"

Always stay straped is what my og told me

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

You appear as if you care

Spitting pure fire, saliva burning like napalm

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

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

Bring the keys, oh my god

Will who are you? an o.g?...

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

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

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see