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

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

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

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Just cuz u smoke nigga, doesn't mean you a freaking og.

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Twista finna get up on the track

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Its no secret that you seek dick, you go and choke on tic tac sized dicks,