This is a song about "Good pump"

That everythings fine, ok and good

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Watch a funky skyline, pump a mic watch along it's

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

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

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

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

I get an itch when i hit shows or pump the studio with mad flow,

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow