This is a song about "Pump up"

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

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

They for grossing a bigger business

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

Got the type of bump that make a dog wanna hump

And you may have a pistol but yo i pack a pump,

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

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

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

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Watch a funky skyline, pump a mic watch along it's