This is a song about "Pump it up"

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

Drinkin whiskey throw it up

Money i make em buck

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

Working the drywall partying it up

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

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

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

You shook my world and it felt apart