This is a song about "Gucci backpack"

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

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

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Migrated with my backpack

The crown ruler is back

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

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

And i got that bait, they all bad

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.