This is a song about "You ain t no og"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

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

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

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

If you think what you see on t v's bad

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Need some northern lights or that purple og?

And i don't make no bed rock

These bars but there all og

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story