This is a song about "Hands to the pump"

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Fist pump chumps, here's to two beers, get too sick

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

Here you better scope it, climb to the top just my hands i rope it,

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

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

The gun rests in my hands, pressed up to my head,

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps