This is a song about "Pump man"

Uh uh, man of the year, man man of the... bounce

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

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

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Fist pump chumps, here's to two beers, get too sick

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin