This is a song about "A heavy backpack"

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

Your dad was nothing but a heavy dipper

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

No matter how heavy something gets i will always have a suspender

I always come prepared with a set that fucking heavy,

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

Migrated with my backpack

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Got a heavy temper, steady but let the machete sever my nemesis

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

I crumbled rappad, thirsy ass niggas with snapbacks and a backpack,

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Mortal kombat, my shit is beyond rap

The young white boy with weed in his backpack