This is a song about "Ceiling fan"

My raps so high the touch en the ceiling

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

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

Like i'm a fan of the packers

Talking about the god you serve

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

But my shit done hit the roof and the ceiling fan.

So if i talk down to a man

You're not, such a fan

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

Smoke alot i think i needa cilling fan.