This is a song about "Og winner12 diss"

We got money to go get baby

Always stay straped is what my og told me

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Ships that sail to distant places

I’m better stacked that you never diss

Yes sir, please confess

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

Spit a poem or a diss

I sit and reminisce

For that paper, i'mma grind

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

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

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Bring the keys, oh my god

Now you know that im the og