Do you live for tha PHONK? Are you pistol packin never slackin'?. Are you out in them Tokyo Streets movin that work slangin that Yola? Are you purple oil sippin, katana grippin? Then you came to the right place. Burn one, smoke one, blaze one, and get on the blazebus coz we Trappin in J a p a n. The Phonk neva dies.