It’s a disgusting reality, one illustrated by the recent shooting deaths of Keith Lamont Scott and Terence Crutcher. “I keep my hands where they can see ’em/ I know this could be the end of me.” “He say you look suspicious, and you fit the description of a call about a robbery,” sings TC in explanation of why he’s been pulled over. Hauntingly, TC provides insight into the thought process of a black man being unlawfully pulled over. Both “My Song” and “Pu$$y” provide radio-friendly jams in the lead up to the beautiful “No Justice.” Featuring Big TC, Dolla $ign’s brother who is said to currently be in prison, the song poetically speaks on the issues of police brutality that have dominated the 2016 news cycle. While he’s pretty much heaved his candidacy out the window by this point, Dolla $ign’s music is hitting its stride. “Pop a xan yeah yeah, eat some shrooms, yeah yeah.” “Got my vans on yeah, smoke a joint yeah yeah,” says Dolla $ign before transitioning into a mentioning of more alarming substances. However, in a shocking move of continued political transparency equivalent to when B-Rabbit highlighted all his own misgivings to leave Papa Doc without any fodder for battle, Dolla sings a melodious list of the drugs he’s done on the wavy “Clean.” Just like you, I too worry that the crime that led Dolla to have to sing this lovely appeal to his mother may have been a felony, thus immensely complicating his candidacy. I know what you’re thinking, and I agree.

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