This is a song about "Good pump"

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

I don't care what it did to them

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

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

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