Aight. Lemme start by saying that finding out that Soulja Boy did not in fact purchase a fifty-five million dollar private jet with four bars and a private bathroom was a massive letdown. I mean. Like. I guess in retrospect I was a complete and utter dolt to believe that story in the first place. But. I mean. Like. It's Soulja Boy, you know? Dude's my hero, and I'm fully confident that he's capable of quite literally anything and everything. Again, hero status.
Anyway, dude has a new track out. Called "Swag Daddy." And it's great. (Duh.) Beat's heavy, screaming's scream-tastic. Soulja's flow reminds me of the way a sobbing kid tells his or her parents about why he or she is crying. Rambling on and on and out of control, pausing ever so slightly to take deep, gasping breaths. Plus Rick Ross-esque ad libs. God, I'm so obsessed with Soulja Boy.
"Came out the water like a pretty-ass dolphin."
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