This is a song about "Glass ceiling"

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

With shards of ice and glass

Got my foot on the gas

19. put a hand to the ceiling,

And my wish is to have everything

Straight g thing, double m g thing

I'm up on the ceiling,

Cause you're most likely to crash

Smash them like some window glass

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening

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

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

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,