Faux-urban radio pop at its finest. Birdman is old as shit and can't get over the product placement, consumerism name-dropping. Drake is the worst and/or least coolest lip sync-er ever. And Lil' Wayne can't help but drop sweet lines like "young money, like Ben Frank's baby pictures" and "I'm the shit, y'all janitors." It's a glass half full kind of thing.
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