This is a song about "Good pump"

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

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

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Even good times has it bad times, but my good time was good cuz you were good

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

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Or maybe i'm just too good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far