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

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

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

Now you know that im the og

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

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

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

This shit you're submitting blows more than stoners on marijuana.

This is the part where we run hip hop

Need some northern lights or that purple og?

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

You can beat me cuz' i'm the og

Pawning my chain in the shop