Backpack

They want to try what I bring
It's not that special, but I don't smoke much of anything else
Pure back-pack is what I carry
And don't ask for more because I'm running out

And for another harvest to come, it will take a while
So take your gift and may it go well
When the merchandise comes out again, they come back
To keep serving them

From the bay where I come from
To the north of California, those were my territories
Here we are in the arena
And as time goes by, we keep growing

Grateful to my buddy Juanito I am
Because he was the man who gave me a firm hand
Now we are part of the backpack boys company
And we sow everywhere

I navigate the streets
I always went looking for the money, little boy
Now I stick to the good stuff
And besides, I've made my lungs of steel

From burning so much weed, I became a connoisseur
Today I'm the best in the market up to this day
There are several dispensaries in the region now
San Diego, where we started

For stress relief, we go hard
Straight to Las Vegas with true friends
I navigate with pure magic
With his son, him, and the fat guy watching us laughing

And I always have faith in my saints who will take care of me
I protect myself with santeria that not everyone carries
Compa Pizzi must not be seen in any photo
So they don't know his face