This is a song about "Ceiling fan"

He gave me some excuse like he's dancing on the ceiling

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Let's fuckin' picture it, shit's about to blast the fan

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

The stars is in the building, they hands is to the ceiling

You're not, such a fan

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I have your girl kneeling right underneath the ceiling

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

Another eleven to lessen my vision, inverted ceiling.

Stop hatin i know you a fan

We in the big thingseat a dick man