What Did I Miss?

Nothing screams “I’m the biggest artist in the world and I can do whatever the fuck I want” quite like dropping a single on the night of the Fourth of July. Not only did Drake drop a track he did an entire livestream while driving around in some massive ass Mack truck through the streets of Canada. Yes, you read that right. This man was out there rolling through Canada like an 18-wheeler cowboy, and apparently, he has a CDL? Absolutely insane. But let’s not get too caught up in the trucker cosplay, back to the music.

Dropping a single on the Fourth of July is a wild move. Most artists wouldn’t even think about it. It’s one of those days where everyone’s already drunk by 3 p.m., sunburned from a full day on the water, and stuffed to the gills with cheeseburgers, hot dogs, and beer. People are lighting off fireworks in the street and losing fingers, nobody is sitting there refreshing Spotify waiting on new music. But when you’re the greatest artist of your generation, that shit doesn’t matter. Drake could drop a song in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and it would still hit number one. And that’s exactly what happened here, his new track shot straight to the top in under 24 hours. That’s power. That’s dominance. No other rapper in the game is pulling that off right now.

The fact that no one else would even attempt something like this just shows you the space Drake is operating in. He’s not playing by anyone’s rules but his own. He’s sitting alone at the top of the mountain while everyone else is figuring out when’s the “best” time to drop a single. Drake is the best time.

Now, as for the song itself? I’m a fan. It’s not in my top five all-time Drake tracks, but it’s solid. There’s a bunch of lines that stand out, but one in particular hit home for me. As a proud Florida Gator, hearing Drake give us a natty shoutout was sick. But the second verse is where things really get spicy. He’s clearly firing off shots. Some obvious. Some subtle. LeBron, Rick Ross, The Weeknd, Kendrick, hell, there’s probably another 5 to 10 people he’s throwing darts at that we haven’t even clocked yet.

What really comes through is the betrayal. Drake feels hurt. You can hear it. To go from having someone in your house, supporting your music, vibing with you, only to watch that same person dancing to a diss track where someone’s calling you a pedophile? That’s brutal. That’s some fucked up shit.

And while part of me does feel bad for him, the other part? I’m fired up. Because pissed off, chip on his shoulder Drake is the best Drake. If this is the energy he’s carrying into the next album, then buckle the fuck up, we’re about to get something special.