This is a song about "Black backpack"

While i freakin' spit black

Where the black girls get their weaves back

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

To get that backpack back tacked to my back, packed

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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