PACKIN'

Yo, it's the Backpack Boyz lightin' up that chronic . We be vibin' in the woods , catchin' that pungent whiff. Got my blunt ready, and we about to relax. This green be fire , man. We inhalin' that haze all day hard. It's the flyest way to forget about our stress . We ain't got any worries for the haters. Grab Your Gear, Paradise Awaits Sunshine