This is a song about "Pump"

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

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

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

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

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

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

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

Fuck it moron, snorting oxycontin, wearing cotton