This is a song about "Og"

Baby i’mma mess, mess

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

You wanna be an og,

Need some northern lights or that purple og?

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

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

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

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

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

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

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

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