This is a song about "Good pump"

Or maybe i'm just too good

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

Baby, you know who you are

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

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

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

And it rules everything around them

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

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell