This is a song about "Backpack"

So i grip my backpack an hopped out the window

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Jansport called and told ya backpack to ya original habitat/

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

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

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,