This is a song about "Backwoods"

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

Someone go tell who ever it is to get the backwoods

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Dumb hillbilly backwoods hicks, trying to mask our past,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Roll it up in backwoods got em going wacko

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show