This is a song about "Pump it up"

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing

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

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

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

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

Flame it up, hear my flow, i changed it up

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

By the water, au revoir to my audience

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

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

Blasting out some backyard