This is a song about "Good pump"

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

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

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Need to pump some air into it cause' these are kindergarten rhymes bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

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

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

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

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!