This is a song about "Hands to the pump"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

To get the green into my hands, the money trees i recognize,

Live long in the hands of my own, 

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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

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

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Blessed to teach the work of god through my bloody hands

Time to really just take matters into my own hands

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Reverends on their knees, hands clasped to pray

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say