PACKIN'

Yo, it's the Backpack Boyz lightin' up that chronic . We be chillin' in the woods , catchin' that earthy scent . Got my blunt ready, and we about to relax. This plant be bomb , man. We inhalin' that smoke all day straight . It's the flyest way to forget about our worries. We ain't got no time for the haters. Grab Your Gear, Paradise Awaits Sunsh