This is a song about "Mcm backpack"

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

To get that backpack back tacked to my back, packed

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

And i'mma show you how the south was won

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

A 9mm in his backpack,

And i got that bait, they all bad

Why i had white bags in my backpack

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.