This is a song about "Hairspray the musical"

I open a door and see demons playin musical chairs

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

As well as this musical poetry, rap

Because there ain't no coming back from that

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

Fresh off my musical debut

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

A musical, influential, defender

But it's still cool just to dream man because

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

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

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

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

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst