This is a song about "Ceiling"

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Another eleven to lessen my vision, inverted ceiling.

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

I'm different, i'll twist the wicked ceiling off this little building,

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

I fly em, i’m outta reachcause denim is everything

Now this is what i call an evening

19. put a hand to the ceiling,

I've hit the ceiling of what i will go through

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening

I have your girl kneeling right underneath the ceiling

My finished complete raps on my living room ceiling,

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Ropes hangin' from the ceiling waiting for me to hang myself