This is a song about "Pump man"

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Skeletors, he-man, she-man, see, man?

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

He's one of those guys that pump their fists to the skies screamin "im a believer!"

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

And thats also where i'd get my pump action shotgun

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

You get close but no cigar