This is a song about "Good pump"

Fist pump chumps, here's to two beers, get too sick

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

He's one of those guys that pump their fists to the skies screamin "im a believer!"

Got you gassed about the pump, selling jewelry as well?

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

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

Baby, you know who you are

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Watch a funky skyline, pump a mic watch along it's

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks