This is a song about "Green backpack"

Tummy hungry for the dull green

Exclusives, y'all never seen

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

So i grip my backpack an hopped out the window

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Thought police, your mind's not green.

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

To get that backpack back tacked to my back, packed

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat