Yo, listen up homies, we 'bout to spill the tea on these Backpack Boyz, they ain't playin' around. These cats are rippin' in dough, livin' large and flauntin' their ice. They rockin' the sickest fits and ridin' in trucks that pop. They get down every weekend, flauntin' their wealth. But don't let the style fool ya, these Backpack Boyz got a hustle