This is a song about "Dakota beam"

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Shell put the beam to ya head

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

We've been misdirected, disrespected, balanced on a triple beam,

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

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

Catchin' up with hood niggas, ballin', rhymin' triple beam,

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

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

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Reggie hammond, 48 hours to get the triple beam,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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