This is a song about "Good pump"

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

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

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

My finger on the trigger, again in the liver, like my reps gotta pump

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

With the pump on my side, and my nine mr. no luck.

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Call me a product of my own damn hood

That everythings fine, ok and good

I get an itch when i hit shows or pump the studio with mad flow,

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard