PACKIN'

Yo, it's the Backpack Boyz blastin' up that good stuff . We be cruisin' in the field, catchin' that earthy whiff. Got my blunt ready, and we about to relax. This bud be bomb , man. We inhalin' that smoke all day straight . It's the flyest way to forget about our problems . We ain't got no time for the haters. Pack It Up, We're Headed to Paradise