This is a song about "Og shit"

Need some northern lights or that purple og?

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

I put the nigga in his casket

Nah, shit, my life is boring shit,

Bitch, you're 12, acting og like a fresh mc, don't ya agree?

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

I don't fear death

Deezy, runs this rap shit,

In the midst of a fire pit

Old school , og , chicano sound/ / cruzin to the 602 , holdin it down bird city knows

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

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Always stay straped is what my og told me