This is a song about "Og westside stoners st clicka"

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

I'mma still be me be the same og who puts it down for the hood (you better believe it)

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

I don't fear death

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

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

Like a fiend off the best rock

You wanna be an og,

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Kidnapped u from ur own house took u to stoners hill where i could of killed u

When on my dick the clock goes tick tick time flyin by like a stoners high,

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Im like whats up, he says your too much of a og for this place, now leave before i smack your face,

Okay man you do the drop

You can beat me cuz' i'm the og