This is a song about "Backpack"

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

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

Jansport called and told ya backpack to ya original habitat/

Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

So i grip my backpack an hopped out the window

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

A 9mm in his backpack,

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap