Let’s do some arithmetic, shall we? What are Drake emotions plus Lil Wayne prayers plus Gucci Mane’s trap tales plus Metro Boomin retarded production? A Club banger preaching about confessing while being cross-faded.
The three stooges, three musketeers or big three of this trio of new age rap legendary figures with their musical styles individually on full display operating as smoothly as a Stockton/Malone Pick and Roll. Drug infused motivation with flood lights on its utmost shine on this machine.
You know if Metro Boomin trust the track record you have to certify it as a weapon. I’m predicting this song going to be on rotation on every rap radio station with fluency of Steph Curry’s shooting stroke. Speaking of strokes, they killed it.