This is a song about "Rxch og"

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

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

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

It’s hip-hop, not pop

You wanna be an og,

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Need some northern lights or that purple og?

These bars but there all og

Pawning my chain in the shop