PACKIN'

Yo, it's the Backpack Boyz blastin' up that chronic . We be cruisin' in the park , catchin' that sweet whiff. Got my bong ready, and we about to relax. This bud be fire , man. We inhalin' that smoke all day hard. It's the dopest way to forget about our problems . We ain't got no time for the haters. Let's Go! Paradise is Calling Sunshine beams d