This is a song about "Good pump"

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

Need to pump some air into it cause' these are kindergarten rhymes bitch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

That everythings fine, ok and good

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

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

I got 800 invisible men

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

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