In approximately 10 years of activity on the hip-hop scene, I still come across lyrics that I sing along to yet have no idea what they concern. The latest in a sordid saga…
In Ricky’s banger, B.M.F. feat. Styles P (aka Blowing Money Fast, but also a play on Black Mafia Family, a multi-state drug distribution ring, more on that in a second), Ross continues his drug-dealer braggadocio that still sounds natural despite the revelation he is in fact, a former prison guard.
The chorus, which floats over the already-soaring Lex Luger beat, starts:
I think I’m big Meech, Larry Hoover/whipping work, halleluiah
With that in mind, let me translate the chorus for you:
I think I’m a drug dealer, and/or gang leader
This is an example of thinking less of a song once you analyze the lyrics behind it. Let us never speak of this again.