It’s not what you’re thinking. Well, sort of. It isn’t a grainy soft-core porn starring one of the biggest disappointments in hip-hop history, but it is one long narcissistic stroke of the ego. The analog beat is slathered in dirty Mustard and is as generic and underdeveloped as Miley Cyrus‘ body.
Riff by Jeff Min
Jeff Min is a Chicago-based writer at SONGLYRICS. His work has appeared in the Chicago Sun-Times, Hi-Fructose, Wax Poetics, SLAM, and HOOP.