This is a song about "Good pump"

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

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

That everythings fine, ok and good

We was loonie i suppose, you could

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

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

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

My finger on the trigger, again in the liver, like my reps gotta pump

And thats also where i'd get my pump action shotgun

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

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

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

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