Yo, listen up homies, we 'bout to spill the tea on these Backpack Boyz, they ain't messin' around. These cats are stackin' in dough, livin' large and flexin' their shine. They rockin' the raddest threads and ridin' backpackboyz white zerbert in cruisers that pop. They party every weekend, showin' their success. But don't let the aura fool ya, thes