This is a song about "Pump"

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

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

On trial for possession of some chronic

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

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

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one