This is a song about "Green backpack"

It's roc nation, this my team

Thought police, your mind's not green.

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

I dream of makin green/

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

Over me the same peeps that have died

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

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

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.