Yo, it's the Backpack Boyz hitting up that good stuff . We be cruisin' in the field, smellin' that sweet whiff. Got my pipe ready, and we about to relax. This green be bomb , man. We inhalin' that smoke all day hard. It's the flyest way to unwind about our worries. We ain't got any worries for the haters. Grab Your Gear, Paradise Awaits Sunshine