This is a song about "Backwoods"

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

Someone go tell who ever it is to get the backwoods

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

Roll it up in backwoods got em going wacko

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Dumb hillbilly backwoods hicks, trying to mask our past,

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods