This is a song about "Pump"

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?

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

You wouldn't be hard if you had a penis pump

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

Need to pump some air into it cause' these are kindergarten rhymes bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

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

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

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six