This is a song about "Pump"

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing

And you may have a pistol but yo i pack a pump,

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

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

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

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

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

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

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

'bout to get my other car

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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