This is a song about "Backpack"

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

Jansport called and told ya backpack to ya original habitat/

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Why i had white bags in my backpack

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

To get that backpack back tacked to my back, packed

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

I don't know why i'm even on this track

The former, position of a pimp

Happening? grab my backpack and turn to sprint...