This is a song about "Good pump"

Or maybe i'm just too good

Better than your bitch would

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Hoping that nobody don't notice

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

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

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

Hat is always forest so the bitches call me gump

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

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

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick