The only thing anyone’s going to remember this song for is the Rick Ross verse that might or might not have been about date rape. This is partly because there’s really nothing else interesting about this utterly formulaic rap track. It has a dull beat, a badly autotuned chorus sung by the uncharismatic Future, a lyric that checklists all the usual rap cliches (money, sex, drugs, guns, etc.), and it’s based on a model that is quickly becoming outdated. Ross’ verse was indeed pretty reprehensible, but it was also the only memorable thing about the song.