Put it in his face like a cop badge/He wanna pound it like a hashtag/He gonna have to get the wash rag/If he shoot it up, I’m gonna bust back
A stylistic twist that lands somewhere between a sprained ankle and a torn ACL, it just lands wrong. As a single it makes sense but within the album it lacks continuity and context. To reconcile the styles she resorts back to her same old parlor tricks, leaving behind a wake of redundancy and yawns.