This is a song about "Real og"

And i don't make no bed rock

Will who are you? an o.g?...

As long as we're cooperating with god

Need some northern lights or that purple og?

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

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

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Even if it's not real,

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

Baby i’mma mess, mess