Sometimes I worry that I come across as overly hostile toward rap music. I have a sort of knee-jerk liberal defensiveness, eager to point out that I’m not racist, just hopelessly square.
I don’t want my ‘What the Kids are Listening To’ segments to turn into multiple days of “old man yells at cloud.” But I like what I like, and I dislike what I dislike, and I have to be honest about all of it.
All that to say that I’m mildly relieved to find myself digging the song at #7 on this week’s Hot 100. ‘Fukumean’ by rapper Gunna might not be the most lyrically impressive song of the year, but it has a great sound and flow. Well done, good sir!
Incidentally, I skipped this week’s #6 because I wrote about Rema & Selena Gomez’s ‘Calm Down’ back in April when I last looked at this chart. They were at #8 then, so that song is definitely exhibiting some staying power.
(Ooh, Dunk Rock)
[Chorus]
Fuck you mean?
Young Gunna Wunna back, callin’ me splurge
Watch me jump right off the curb
Bentley Spur fly like a bird
Spin on the first and the third
Solid, I’m keepin’ my word
Can’t be my equal, I don’t know what you heard
Crank up the foreign, I swerve
Keep me a stick if they purge
[Bridge]
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
[Verse]
Fuck you mean?
Young Gunna Wunna, they workin’ my nerves
I’m about to pour up some syrup
Fucking this bitch like a perv’
Smack from the back, grab her perm
Ice, the berg, uh, shittin’ on all you lil’ turds
Can’t take that dick, wait your turn
In my own lane, we can’t merge
Suck with no hands, you can learn
Let’s see how much you can earn
Watch me go big likе the Worm
And I ain’t smokin’ no sherm
I’m in this bitch with P Liity
QP, QP-ski
All of my bitches is prеtty, they showin’ they titties, it’s up to the ceilin’
I let her run through a million, I rock with her really, let’s fuck on a billion
I’ma get down to the gritty, then fuck up the city, the home of the villains
Ecstasy, wonderful feelin’
Smoke out the pound when I’m chillin’
Trappin’, I made me a killin’
Look, I got everybody wishin’
I hope you play your position
I don’t want nobody listenin’
I see the ho with precision
Get rich my only decision
[Chorus]
Fuck you mean?
Young Gunna Wunna back, callin’ me splurge
Watch me jump right off the curb
Bentley Spur fly like a bird
Spin on the first and the third
Solid, I’m keepin’ my word
Can’t be my equal, I don’t know what you heard
Crank up the foreign, I swerve
Keep me a stick if they purge
[Outro]
Fuck you mean?
Fuck you mean?
Yeah
Yeah
Meet Me In Montauk 
I think Huey Lewis should release a new version of his hit song from the 80s and retitle it “Hopelessly Square.”🤣