This is a song about "Fist pump yamaka mango"

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

Take yo face and make you eat my fucking fist

Whats the reason man, bad apples spoiled this mango plant

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

Never the one to pass a fist

I promise to keep it honest

But yo i pack pump, when i'm walking in my own direction,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

With my fist up im towering

But he don't rule a thing