This is a song about "Good pump"

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

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

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

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

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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

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

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

The things they say went a little too far

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!