This is a song about "Og shit"

You wanna be an og,

O. trice always rep his block

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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

Told him don't touch my og kush it's better than your keef

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

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

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

You don't mean that, you faggot

Thats stuck threw all the shit,

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

You can beat me cuz' i'm the og

That means i have no block

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle