Lest you think that the song would be a chance for people to remember her legacy, think about how singular her voice was, and reflect on how she’d be pushing R&B forward today, it is instead a testament to Drake’s ego; it starts with an “uh” from the former Degrassi star, who then, in response to her letting loose a particularly lovely “yeah yeah yeah,” offers up a “yo, whassup” that is annoying-guy-at-a-bar-level cringeworthy, and made even moreso when it’s repeated. I actually had to shut the song off before my first listen hit the 30-second mark, so aggravated was I by Drake’s attempts to act not just as its executive producer, but as Guy Steering The Ship And Don’t You Forget It, Okay.
