PACKIN'

Yo, it's the Backpack Boyz hitting up that chronic . We be chillin' in the field, tastin' that sweet aroma . Got my bong ready, and we about to get high . This plant be fire , man. We inhalin' that smoke all day hard. It's the flyest way to unwind about our worries. We ain't got no time for the haters. Pack It Up, We're Headed to Paradise Sunshi