This is a song about "Smokin og and fuckin bitches"

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

Catch bitches like i'm fishin with a fuckin brass pole

If i sent my dad letters

And smokin joints to calm my nerves

Smokin bowls out of bongs and sniffin lines of white

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

Switch lanes? nah homie i'm a road hog

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

Lookin' at the bad bitches, smokin' on the best smoke

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Bitches spittin their raps at me gingerly, smokin hickory, im a mystery,

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

And smokin spliffs till i get high as astronomy