This is a song about "Pump"

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

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

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

Uppity bitches, handling business

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

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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