This is a song about "Good pump"

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

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

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Even good times has it bad times, but my good time was good cuz you were good

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

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing

And how it feels to feel that feeling

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

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Make room for the groom married to his music

Fist pump chumps, here's to two beers, get too sick