For a song that seems to be about how pronouns don’t matter and they don’t care if this hurts your feelings, this McDonalds fella is rather insistent that he be called a man.

There’s also a sort of… I don’t want to say irony, as that implies wit… in dressing/‘rapping’ as if you’re in g-unit in order to tell people as hard as you can that you’re not into any of the illicit activities that rappers brag about being involved in. If that’s you’re thing, then why is your costume department putting you in the Wu-Tang gear? You can’t appeal to the same audience with your mise-en-scène and then denounce it all without at least a semblance of using your ‘street cred’ to get the youth out of crime and into school.

Wtf did I just let hit my retinas and ear drums. It’s an assault on the senses. An aural/visual dollop of strawberry and fish sauce ice cream in a spaghetti bolognese but the bolognese is made out of dog shit and the ice cream is frozen cat piss.

To be honest, it’s quite impressive that a song using a total vocabulary of about 22 words can contain so many contradictions.