This is a song about "Fist pump yamaka mango"

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

If there’s a shining star

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

My fist cracked on impact yo,

I'm never faded though

I'm a pacifist looking to pass a fist and fuck with

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

Watch a funky skyline, pump a mic watch along it's

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Fakes get a blast from me, laugh at me, and get peeled lika mango/

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Feel my vibe raise the fist

And i'm just being honest