This is a song about "Back pack"

You a pimple on the back of rap, with snap backs stacked like the gats i pack

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Back pack smell like sour and breath like corona

All you knew was rat pack

I don't want it on my back

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

On my back pack and grip tape. they made me take it off.

Wishing she can come back, than i could gain another life pack

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Snack crackers, pack a mac that'll crack ya back, act blacker,

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

I'm up in the booth, pack a shrooms mackin' who back an nothing to lose

Pack your back,go home,get the fuck out homo

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow