This is a song about "Good pump"

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

With the pump on my side, and my nine mr. no luck.

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

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

That everythings fine, ok and good

This information is vital, look

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

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

Fist pump chumps, here's to two beers, get too sick

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Got a big fat lawsuit and everything

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing