This is a song about "Ceiling fans"

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

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

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

Stellar on my ceiling, feeling slow no lean though

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

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

They ain’t rappers; they’re a rapper’s fans/

From an african american stance

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Talentless scumbag/who spits on his fans/

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Revealing the leak in this ceiling

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

I have your girl kneeling right underneath the ceiling

And all she wants is to dance

Now i am one of your biggest fans