This is a song about "Back a flicky out"

So chase the air hide your stash

First out the gate last back to class,

Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa

Okay now, back to life, out of the coma

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Pull your eyes out the back sockets

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Hop out the back my feet will migrate

Ever since i popped out way back on the scene,

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Which is right out back behind my mansion

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags