This is a song about "Good pump"

Or maybe i'm just too good

Better than your bitch would

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

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

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

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

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

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

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

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