This is a song about "Good pump"

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing

I just got one request, stop breathing

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

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

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

Even good times has it bad times, but my good time was good cuz you were good

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

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

That everythings fine, ok and good