This is a song about "Pump a job"

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

The principle came up and she said i did a good job,

Just searching for the perfect shot

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

My brother need a new job

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!"