This is a song about "Bumpin"

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Bumpin my shit from essex to the dirty, den

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Speaking of which i'm just now bumpin that new masterminds,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

I practice, 'til it feels like wackness that i'm bumpin'

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

And hop in the cockpit bumpin' the pac, 'cuz rappers opposite,