Yo, listen up homies, we 'bout to spill the tea on these Backpack Boyz, they ain't messin' around. These cats are rippin' in stacks, livin' large and flexin' their shine. They rockin' the sickest gear and ridin' in rides that scream. They get down every weekend, showin' their wealth. But don't let the swag fool ya, these Backpack Boyz got a drive