This is a song about "No ceiling"

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

Light skinned women, all sex everything

No roof, but that means no ceiling to contain my potential

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Ropes hangin' from the ceiling waiting for me to hang myself

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

I was born to do the damn thing

I'm up on the ceiling,

Does life have a meaning like a ceiling has purpose,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

But my shit done hit the roof and the ceiling fan.

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

Hang him from a ceiling fan while its spinning

And this will be the song that we sing