This is a song about "Burlesque"

That's too many problems, too late to think over

We go up and down like an old roller coaster

Life is like a roller coaster ride

Reach for the door, get your access denied

Really i was the one trying to dance

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Nothing left to feel just despair your serial dancing with a devil

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Ballerina dancing beatiful twirls

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Soothing jazz juxtaposing the pizzazz of this room/