This is a song about "Hairspray the musical"

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Hearing this rapper kendrick whirling the words like the movement of worms is what i've learned,

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

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

Musical shots at your head,

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Lady at the frank stand will

If you want beef thats musical,

As well as this musical poetry, rap

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

Raised by a momma who, who

Fresh off my musical debut