This is a song about "Ceiling"

The ceiling you see i can't feel what i'm feeling

Now this is what i call an evening

Hang him from a ceiling fan while its spinning

That's why i'm shaking my head when you rap dissing

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

I have your girl kneeling right underneath the ceiling

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

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

Another eleven to lessen my vision, inverted ceiling.

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

19. put a hand to the ceiling,

Don't want to be the king

My finished complete raps on my living room ceiling,

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything