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

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

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

Or maybe i'm just too good

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

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

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

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

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

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck