This is a song about "Good pump"

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

A working genius, a work of art

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

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

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

Pumping the juice with no producersrun for cover when you hear the bass thump

And it rules everything around them

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

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

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