This is a song about "Glass ceiling"

There’s a glass ceiling to break, uh huh

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Baby got that super bass

Smash them like some window glass

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

With shards of ice and glass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

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

Get off a key like i can’t sing

I'm up on the ceiling,