This is a song about "Backpack"

So i grip my backpack an hopped out the window

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Why i had white bags in my backpack

To get that backpack back tacked to my back, packed

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

Jansport called and told ya backpack to ya original habitat/

Get backpack 'n ya gear on, time to cross the border.

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for