This is a song about "No ceiling"

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Stellar on my ceiling, feeling slow no lean though

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

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

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

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

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

You know that love is a very serious thing

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Revealing the leak in this ceiling

I have your girl kneeling right underneath the ceiling

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

My finished complete raps on my living room ceiling,

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz