This is a song about "Og weed"

Will who are you? an o.g?...

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Sometimes i think, what i need

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

Always stay straped is what my og told me

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Need some northern lights or that purple og?

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

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

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

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

Now you know that im the og

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

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