This is a song about "Good pump"

That everythings fine, ok and good

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

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

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

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

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

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

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