This is a song about "Backpack"

Jansport called and told ya backpack to ya original habitat/

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I promise i'mma call you back

A 9mm in his backpack,

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

To get that backpack back tacked to my back, packed

Why i had white bags in my backpack

Ain't even tryna hold back

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

Luxury life, results living bad

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

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