ROLLIN'

Yo, it's the Backpack Boyz hitting up that chronic . We be chillin' in the woods , catchin' that pungent aroma . Got my pipe ready, and we about to kick back . This green be fire , man. We inhalin' that vapor all day straight . It's the flyest way to unwind about our worries. We ain't got any worries for the haters. Grab Your Gear, Paradise Await