This is a song about "Hands to the pump"

Pumping the juice with no producersrun for cover when you hear the bass thump

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

I'll rise from the grave with both hands raised to the sky,

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

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

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

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

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

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!"

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Got you gassed about the pump, selling jewelry as well?

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

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

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

Believed that blacks could unite with the whites together and shake hands