This is a song about "Green backpack"

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

People wonder why grass is green,

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

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

Because i smoke on the green

Show ‘em how much they really mean

The third one is mixed, white and black

Think we unpack the crack from our backpack

That means i wanna be the highest

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

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Tummy hungry for the dull green

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack