This is a song about "Jim beam"

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

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

Shell put the beam to ya head

Kick back and know yo son set

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

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

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

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

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away