This is a song about "Fist pump"

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

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

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

A working genius, a work of art

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

But i can make 'em afraid of every sight of my fist

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

To be honest, im modest

Never the one to pass a fist

Never laid a fist on you

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew