My personal Boy favorite is “Promise,” where he whispers, “Now she’s crying because of me,” blaming himself as his breathy voice is swept away by a wave of noise. Naturally, he channels the theatricality of a lot of melodic breakup rap of the past, from Wayne’s self-inflicted sulking on “I’m Single” to early Drake whininess to those Future songs where he’s in pain from cheating on his girlfriend with all of those strippers. Unlike say, Lil Mabu or Ian or Florida newbie 1900 Rugrat, 2hollis’ appeal isn’t centered around whiteness. Instead, it’s that he’s weaving together a candid mix of wide-ranging musical influences and emotions into sentimental, immature songs about failed relationships and getting ass. It’s not the coolest shit in the world, but that’s also the very thing that makes it feel real.
John Cena Finally Turns Heel With the Help of Travis Scott, for Some Reason
Last weekend, in attendance at WWE’s Elimination Chamber was hip-hop’s Big 3: Drake, Lil Yachty, and Nav. Also, there was Travis Scott, who didn’t do much, as usual, but he was part of a moment the wrestling world gave up ever expecting to happen: the heel turn of John Cena, who dropped the heroics to sell his soul to the Rock’s corporate-boss character. Scott played the role of Rock and Cena’s silent and twisted crony, entering the ring to “Fe!n,” which he has brainwashed the world into believing is a landmark of rage rap. His job was to burn sage in the corner and lean on the ropes in his dark shades and Oakley headband while Cena gave WWE champ Cody Rhodes a bloody ass beating. He got a little taste of the action when he slapped and held down Cody Rhodes so the Rock could whip him with his belt. Sort of weird, but that’s professional wrestling. Of course, it wouldn’t be a Travis Scott appearance if he didn’t get to do what he does best: squeeze himself into a photo-op. As the credits of the show rolled, Scott stood in between the Rock and Cena, an image that the WWE C-suite will shove down our throats longer than TDE did Sir. And, every time I see it, I know the same thing will come to mind: How the hell did Travis Scott weasel his way in there?
