Yo, it's the Backpack Boyz lightin' up that herb. We be cruisin' in the woods , tastin' that sweet whiff. Got my bong ready, and we about to relax. This plant be fire , man. We puffing that smoke all day hard. It's the dopest way to chill about our worries. We ain't got any worries for the haters. Pack It Up, We're Headed to Paradise Sunshine be