This is a song about "Og napalm"

Spitting pure fire, saliva burning like napalm

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

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

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

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

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Murdered every bod from my squad

Now you know that im the og

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

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)