This is a song about "Hairspray the musical"

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

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

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

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

As well as this musical poetry, rap

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that