This is a song about "Good pump"

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

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

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

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

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

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

She likes the way it hits her lips

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

That everythings fine, ok and good

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

You know...you know who you are

But he don't rule a thing

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing