This is a song about "Gats backpack"

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

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

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

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.

I only got four minutes

With gats, extra mags and clips

I promise i'mma call you back

Migrated with my backpack