FBI rolls up on the Spray Pack Mafia, those holographic hustlers shoving dessert terps at schoolies. 'Protecting the youth from fake gas,' they claim.

These wise guys turned parks into preroll paradise—LCG spray, Bruce Banner bubblegum. Custies hooked, real flower forgotten.

Bronx tents untouched; margins too tight for fed heat. Spray dons? Cuffed and crying.

'It's poison in a pack,' barked an agent. Family knows: rosin over spray, every drop.

"Dose spray packs? Feds finally grew a pair bigger dan deir carts," smirked The Consigliere.

Ironic kicker: Kids saved—now back to mids and manners.