This is a song about "Green backpack"

Its never dark cause were smoking that green

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Migrated with my backpack

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

Think we unpack the crack from our backpack