This is a song about "Og niggaz"

Just my little pusher love girl

Them niggaz wont know that your a schoolgirl

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

I don't fuck with og kush so why don't you relax

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Always stay straped is what my og told me

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

I don't fear death