This is a song about "Green backpack"

Jansport called and told ya backpack to ya original habitat/

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

Thought police, your mind's not green.

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

Because i smoke on the green

As: i know just what you mean

You aint wantin the green,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

Think we unpack the crack from our backpack

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

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