This is a song about "Pumped"

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

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

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

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

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

Lyrics are a thesis, pumped through speakers

When they try to teach us, we be in the bleachers

All my fans are getting pumped up- check the barometer

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

Making her pumped talking absurd

Fucked up, hating ass areas in the world