PACKIN'

Yo, it's the Backpack Boyz blastin' up that chronic . We be cruisin' in the field, smellin' that sweet aroma . Got my blunt ready, and we about to get high . This green be bomb , man. We inhalin' that smoke all day long . It's the dopest way to unwind about our problems . We ain't got any worries for the haters. Let's Go! Paradise is Calling Sun