This is a song about "Thug og"

Inferior, but i'm nice

Still living the thug life

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

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

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Og like the prince of bel air,

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

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

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

Tick tock, darling, tick tock

These bars but there all og

I don't fear death

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal