This is a song about "Og thug"

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

They say i talk like im god body

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

My balls die for the thug life

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Like im some sorta thug

Now you know that im the og

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Victims of that thug life

You can beat me cuz' i'm the og

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

And you don't know how it feels to be a og

I get my cake; i love hip hop

These bars but there all og

Tick tock, darling, tick tock