This is a song about "Good pump"

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

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

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

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

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

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

Listening to aston martin music music

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

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

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Fuck the comradery with b rate artists

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

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Or maybe i'm just too good

Bun b, i’m underground king

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing