This is a song about "Good pump"

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

Don't know her name those ain't really important

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

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

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

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

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

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

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

That everythings fine, ok and good

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see