This is a song about "Smokin on that og"

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Fuck this class assignment smokin' on the finest

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

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

Said they smokin on that dope

Since i was left with no hope

Smokin just to swallow any sorrow that they wallow in

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Practice abstinence smokin' on medic cannabis

Together all the timethought it was true love

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Smokin' on that kush, man the weed is northern lights,