This is a song about "Gary backpack"

Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

If you know like i know, you should lie low

So i grip my backpack an hopped out the window

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

My dog is gay - here n' queerlike gary coleman, im the coal mine,

Jansport called and told ya backpack to ya original habitat/

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don