This is a song about "Good pump"

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

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

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

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

That everythings fine, ok and good

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

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

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