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

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

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

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You wanna be an og,

Like a fiend off the best rock

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

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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

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

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

And i got a little big, keep it low key