This is a song about "Good pump"

Pumping the juice with no producersrun for cover when you hear the bass thump

Cocking it back, dicking it around, watching it explode like a water pump

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

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

He's one of those guys that pump their fists to the skies screamin "im a believer!"

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

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

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

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