This is a song about "Fist pump"

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

Baby, you know who you are

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing

Got a big fat lawsuit and everything

Fuck the comradery with b rate artists

Now i’m gonna need all you to pump your fists

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

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

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

If you think you can spit then i am the fuckin' dentist

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

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

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

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

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent