This is a song about "Ceiling"

I throw em on his knees against the brick wall on the ceiling

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

I have your girl kneeling right underneath the ceiling

Cause he's sick of feeling so low from the ceiling,

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Hang him from a ceiling fan while its spinning

Another eleven to lessen my vision, inverted ceiling.

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

Does life have a meaning like a ceiling has purpose,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

I'm up on the ceiling,

Or the chick leaving