Radio sure has a way of turning shit into sugar. Day in and day out, Future’s cheesy hit stayed on the FM dial. If his faux accent didn’t kill you, his rhymes did: “I need a driver/ To drive me round, how I manuever/ Muthafuckin feel like I

Yeah it got the people going and even got a name drop from The Throne, but let’s face it: this song is just wack on wack on wack. The melody is infectious, but what thee fuck are these guys talkin’ about?! We dare you rap geniuses to transcribe these trivial lyrics. Ha! The groove got our feet moving but our ears are bleeding. Help! Money over mumble rap.

Be clear, Dwayne Carter is a certified Hall Of Famer. But sometimes, even the Great Ones don’t know their limitations. Remember Rebirth? Yup, I really hate when Wayne gets fixated on living his rock star fantasies in the studio. You can’t play guitar, homie and please leave the singing to Drizzy. “You had a lot of crooks trying to steal your heart.” Yuck! I had a lot of time for this song to grow on me. But nope. Still stinks.

A couple of days ago, J.Cole added platinum producer to his resume. But just because a song is a hit, doesn

The instrumental get’s its props, but that’s where it stops! This is name brand booty rap. Basic bitch? How ’bout basic flow? To Hell with you 29 million YouTube views, this Oaktown chick ain’t no MC, son. Miss me with the kiddie rhymes: “Now Google that, groupies follow me like Twitter/ I’m rolling up my catnip and shittin’ in your litter.” Pssh. Shame on a Sony A&R nuh who cosigned this crap. Culture vulture.