This is a song about "Jim beam"

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

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

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

The stand your ground laws, jim crow, just as racist,

European model white bitch is eating donuts

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

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

Met a man last night he said his name was jim.

Hitting lines as i hit the beam, to be a famous artist was my dream,

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

I also gotta be fast no worries i move like beam to cut grass ok now i gotta get

My mission is to make em laugh, jim carey

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Reggie hammond, 48 hours to get the triple beam,