This is a song about "Ceiling fans"

If i got all y'all, there won't be no sense in cheating

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

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

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

Produce me a couple fans

For setting up traps

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

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

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

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

Or the chick leaving

I'm up on the ceiling,

We getting money, you can face the facts

Step out into a million fans,

Trying to please my family, friends and fans

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps