This is a song about "Og weed"

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

I can always go home and look down my street

Baby i’mma mess, mess

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Need some northern lights or that purple og?

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

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

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Always stay straped is what my og told me

The revolution will proceed

Put up and smoke that weed,

They tryin to say that i don't care

Og like the prince of bel air,