This is a song about "No mummy"

No more money, no more fame

I'll never call you bitch again

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

Had no ambitions and no drive.

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Got their mummy and caught their carriage, damaged by earth's kids

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rap the game up like a mummy

No, no, we are not those

And these shape-shifting hoes

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

No no no guarantees

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

Or you still wear power ranger p.j's an mummy helps you to get dressed,