This is a song about "Back to the black"

Way back, when i had the red and black lumberjack

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Black as black like the blacktop/

And don't make vibrations stop

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Twista finna get up on the track

To their backs and attract the black on black

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

That act black / till the upper half of their body moves so far back

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

I'll leave you black on both sides, paying homage to the best

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

All the memories we made start to fade to black

I dipped my fingers in the black abyss and now i can't turn back

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag