This is a song about "Gary backpack"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

To get that backpack back tacked to my back, packed

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

To get them niggas while they laid back

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

So i grip my backpack an hopped out the window