This is a song about "Good pump"

I get an itch when i hit shows or pump the studio with mad flow,

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

Watch a funky skyline, pump a mic watch along it's

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Or maybe i'm just too good

From hollywood to the hood

A working genius, a work of art

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

That everythings fine, ok and good

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

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

Cocking it back, dicking it around, watching it explode like a water pump

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,