This is a song about "Pump it up"

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Ripping it, spitting some venom up in it

She got me caught up in the moment

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

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

Like a small garage in your backyard

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Razor grips, laser spit

It was up to me to choose it

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

Cause imma step it up, build it up

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut