This is a song about "Hairspray the musical"

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

That i will leave earth with her

I'm a musical street fighter

I'm unusually musical when i'm thinking of you,

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Ya from neptune to the moon call me the musical mutant,

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

We self-made but never is an i on the team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

So as i ponder in musical notes i take a wonder

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her