This is a song about "Good pump"

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

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

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

I get approached by animal activists

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

The vacancy that sat in my heart

You get close but no cigar

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!