This is a song about "Green backpack"

Tummy hungry for the dull green

Be the king, that was part of my dream

I dream of makin green/

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

So i grip my backpack an hopped out the window

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Why i had white bags in my backpack

This is why her nigga mad

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

As: i know just what you mean

Because i smoke on the green