This is a song about "Staring at the ceiling"

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

Im heated, so hot no red light for stop, sit staring at the time on the clock

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Only content when no one else is present, staring at resin the last in his possession

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

You caught me staring at your chest,

I also have a cutie to call

Staring at the crystal ball

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Staring at me with fear

Sat up for 3 days staring at the wall my friends like

Lightning is striking, water hittin' on my window like ike

In home staring at my face

Yeah hail mary full of grace