This is a song about "Wrapped up like a mummy"

Haven't killed in weeks killed a fuck nigga then i wrapped him in some sheets

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

I don't know why i'm even on this track

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Like a butcher i like to cut it up,

Daddy sitting staring at my mummy,

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Lost my nigga over nothing though

It blows up like a pinto

Slapped together, rappers wrapped up, christmas presents,

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

Im turnt up like a radio

Tell mummy i'm sorry, this life is a party

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee