This is a song about "Good pump"

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

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

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

You wouldn't be hard if you had a penis pump

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

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

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!"