What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun or does it splatter like a pixelated image of a woman who made millions from giving you a blow jay? Either way, my dreams were deferred when Ray J’s song about hitting woman-nethers first wasn’t the genre-defining masterpiece I’d expected. And now, we hear that the song isn’t even about Yeezy’s baby momma.
Ray has gone on record to say his song is a “concept song” not directed at anyone. This makes perfect sense after listening because all I heard was a festive ditty to play when the pinatas come out at the Quinceaneras. Or a superb theme song for this year’s home run derby. At the very least, it’s a launching pad for our generation’s next big voice: Bobby Brackins.
But it is NOT an insult to Kim Kardashian. Good thing, because we gotta protect our queens. We gotta protect em, man. Now maybe Ray and Kanye can squash the beef and go eat ice cream together and go on shopping sprees at Nordstroms like normal Eskimo Brothers.