PACKIN'

Yo, it's the Backpack Boyz hitting up that chronic . We be cruisin' in the woods , smellin' that pungent scent . Got my blunt ready, and we about to relax. This bud be fire , man. We inhalin' that haze all day straight . It's the dopest way to chill about our worries. We ain't got no time for the haters. Grab Your Gear, Paradise Awaits Sunshine