This is a song about "Good pump"

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

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

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Now i’m gonna need all you to pump your fists

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

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message