This is a song about "Young og s"

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

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

Clap two times if you drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

It´s the battle of life

What we gotta do to survive

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

You can beat me cuz' i'm the og