This is a song about "Pump it up"

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Cause imma step it up, build it up

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

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

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Ripping it, spitting some venom up in it

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

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

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