This is a song about "Fist pump"

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

But i heard my mother's voice so i hoisted my fist.

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

My finger on the trigger, again in the liver, like my reps gotta pump

Got you gassed about the pump, selling jewelry as well?

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

And you may have a pistol but yo i pack a pump,

Hat is always forest so the bitches call me gump

You wouldn't be hard if you had a penis pump

She got me caught up in the moment

Instead i misled, and i hit you with a closed fist.

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Getting lifted by this rapping gift.. while a doobie in my fist..

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist