PACKIN'

Yo, it's the Backpack Boyz blastin' up that good stuff . We be chillin' in the park , catchin' that earthy scent . Got my blunt ready, and we about to get high . This plant be fire , man. We smokin' that haze all day hard. It's the dopest way to forget about our problems . We ain't got no time for the haters. Grab Your Gear, Paradise Awaits Suns