Yo, listen up crew, 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 bling. They rockin' the sickest threads and ridin' in trucks that pop. They throw every weekend, celebratin' their success. But don't let the aura fool ya, these Backpack Boyz got a work