This is a song about "Pumped"

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

All my fans are getting pumped up- check the barometer

Making her pumped talking absurd

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Got the whole crowd to jump,that's how i know they're pumped

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Lyrics are a thesis, pumped through speakers

And if i speak the good into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock

Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock

Im trying to see her in bed

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

No where to be found, that motivated me to do better and it got me pumped

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Or just a punk but that fucking shit gets my adrenalin pumped.

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck