This is a song about "Flashback"

Backpackers, slackers, like flapjack, let's backtrack, a flashback.

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

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

A flashback to the days where i used to backtrack on my raps

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Suddenly a flashback hit me in the back shit,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Shoot you in the spine, trigger a flashback in the back of the alley