You know, he's really a master at making vulgar pop music.
This shyt sounds like some extra high level pop shyt. Like the hook with the repeated (ha ha ha ha ha )
But then you look at the lyrics
"Main bytch outta your league too, ah
Side bytch outta your league too, ah"
Like some real baller stunting shyt
"Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony Cut that ivory into skinny pieces Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby"
Once again singing about bytches sniffing coke off expensive tables.
Singing about cars, girls, drugs, money, and it's wrapped in such a package that people won't even know what the fukk their singing about.
He's stayin true to his earlier work by still keeping up with them vulgar, dark ass lyrics.
It's just repackaged into a pop, easy listening, Friday night on the highway form.
It's genius. It's like if MJ had all those rhythms and cadences but just rapped about degenerate shyt.
We're lucky to have Abel