This is a song about "Pump"

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

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

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

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

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

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

And thats also where i'd get my pump action shotgun

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come