This is a song about "Good pump"

That everythings fine, ok and good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

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

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

Like a small garage in your backyard

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

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

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

He's one of those guys that pump their fists to the skies screamin "im a believer!"

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks