Rick Ross should do the right thing and give this track to Jay-Z. I say that because he is merely an after thought on what’s really a Jay-Z affair.
Ross sounds lost on his own song, flailing around and coming up for air with a handful of hastily arranged rhymes. The JFK reference is particularly atrocious. His attempt to connect occultist musings to his white mansion and black diamonds is laughable. No, wait, the song actually about some guy in prison named Mason. What a waste of space.
Elsewhere, Jay-Z debunks those ridiculous freemasonry allegations. “Niggas couldn’t do nothing with me, they put the devil on me/ I’d have preferred niggas to squeeze the metal on me,” Jay raps on his biggest gift to the conspiracy theorists. It’s the first time he’s issued a straightforward denial. He’s tried ignoring it. He’s tried promoting it. Now he’s trying to tackle it head-on. That’s how you know it’s eating him up. Even if you don’t believe him, you can’t argue that Jay didn’t save this track with his pained bark: “Bitch I’m red hot, I’m on my third six but the devil I’m not.”