This is a song about "Good pump"

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

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

Or maybe i'm just too good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

That everythings fine, ok and good

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

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

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

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

Ay yo you wonder who i are