This is a song about "Two pump chump"

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

4-3... yea, remember that please

Two different stories,

Puttin two and two together

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Just clouded spittin through rappers two by two

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

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks