In recent years, Rick Ross otherwise known as William Leonard Roberts II has transformed from a former right wing Christian correctional officer into a high maintenance leader of a world wide pretend hip hop drug cartel. As notice of his recent health condition involving two seizures in one day and a lengthily rap feud with 50 Cent over a “look” given at the B.E.T. Awards in 2009, Rick Ross is the center of mostly negative attention over his extended anticipated release of God Forgives. I Dont. While featuring high profile artists such as Drake, Wale, Jay Z and Dre, the album is a highly projected plain wreck of songs such as “911” and “Diced Pineapples”.
A tribute to his healthy diet of females and money, clearly not one of pineapples, “Diced Pineapples” begins with a nonsense Wale verse linking a short-lived hit and run sexual experience to his first class taste of diced pineapples. Nevermind Caviar, these boys are bringing a new name to luxury taste. A taste comprised of every designer name that agreed to be in this song, a female that may or may not be a blind and def dog, and less we forget diced pineapples. In other songs such as “911” Ross flies to heaven with the top down as he sings the notorious drug dealing narrative: picking watermelons to paying for his Porsche in cash? As expected, almost every song will include a fair amount of the word pussy, allusions to his big black persona and songs which, may or may not involve a few child supported accidents in the aftermath.
Ross’s third album dropped July 31st, and will most likely be bought in the coming weeks. Because as much as everyone neglects the truth that Rick Ross was formerly part of the larger repressive social apparatus of the correctional system, he still successfully perpetuates a musical dialogue glorifying the difficulties of being a fake mafia drug lord. While his sex life will clearly be dependent upon a pay check following the critique of this album, his persona of big black delight may just keep such a character afloat in the future washed out sequels of overpaid, lyrically washed out Mafioso style rap.