This is a song about "Pump up"

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

With the pump on my side, and my nine mr. no luck.

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks