PACKIN'

Yo, it's the Backpack Boyz blastin' up that good stuff . We be cruisin' in the woods , catchin' that pungent whiff. Got my bong ready, and we about to kick back . This green be fire , man. We puffing that haze all day long . It's the dopest way to forget about our worries. We ain't got any worries for the haters. Grab Your Gear, Paradise Awaits