This is a song about "Glass ceiling"

But reality shows ain't real

Always keep my glass here

Slit they throats while they hanging from the ceiling

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Revealing the leak in this ceiling

About the way i'm feeling

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

Smash them like some window glass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Up until i hit glass

Got my foot on the gas

With shards of ice and glass

My raps so high the touch en the ceiling

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything