This is a song about "Og s"

Bitch niggas be afraid to speakwe the last ones left

S on my chest like a superman vest

You wanna be an og,

You see him as a god

S queezys very bold

The truth shall be told

Bring the keys, oh my god

These bars but there all og

Bad, just like an 80's car

She is far bizarre

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!