This is a song about "Ceiling fan"

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Revealing the leak in this ceiling

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

There’s a glass ceiling to break, uh huh

Stop hatin i know you a fan

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

I just want somebody i can see

I'm bulletproof, fan base crazy

Like i'm a fan of the packers

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

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

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

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

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

Another eleven to lessen my vision, inverted ceiling.

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing