This is a song about "Beam"

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Faded dreams-schemes have been unbalanced by green on the triple beam.

The money trees, triple beam, the dreams of jugs,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Cause the niggas i grew up wit' wanna see me in a beam

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

On my beam merrily we roll along aint no theme

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Niggas dream of a triple beam, my dreams lead to a murder scene.

Pushin beam-o's then parlay in reno with two fly latinos

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Reggie hammond, 48 hours to get the triple beam,

We self-made but never is an i on the team