This is a song about "Og thug"

You can beat me cuz' i'm the og

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Just cuz u smoke nigga, doesn't mean you a freaking og.

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

He say, she say, oh my god

Now you know that im the og

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

Good kids make bad grown ups

But with the thug life comes

Like im some sorta thug

Car with no limit what

I need a backyard full court size

Still living the thug life