This is a song about "Backpack rhyme"

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Think we unpack the crack from our backpack

So i grip my backpack an hopped out the window

Spending money when your wallet gets low

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

My gold rollie tell time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Why i had white bags in my backpack

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

Over me the same peeps that have died

Hardest mothafucka on this rhyme.

If they find that stash box just one time

Spittin rhyme after rhyme and committin hard crime

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time