Rick Ross f/ Curren$y & Wiz Kalifa: "Super High (Sativa Remix)"

I love Rick Ross. What’s not to love? The man rocks a chain of his own face. Seriously: a chain. Of his own face. Would that I were a millionaire. Anyway, Rick Ross, aka “Teflon Don,” aka the man who Pablo Noriega owes “a hundred favors” (see: “Hustlin’”; see also: “ridiculous statements of the century”), just dropped a new album. I know. Contain your excitement, please. And this track? Fire.

I think. I just looked “fire” up in the Urban Dictionary. I am Midwestern, okay? Don’t judge me. We still say “tight,” sans irony. Anyway, it turns out I have been using “fire” wrong all these years: apparently all awesome things can’t be “fire”; only good chronic can be “fire.” But this song? Is about smoking fire, so can we call it fire? I’m voting “yes” on this etymological conundrum, but academia? Watch out: Rick Ross and I are coming for you.

Not that this song is probably destined for the canon. Although maybe it is? I mean, if exploitative movies about empowering urban youths have taught me anything, it’s that Shakespeare was the world’s first rapper, right? But, really, this song is not going to win any prizes from the Deep and Insightful Lyrics Committee. In that respect, it’s exactly what you would expect from a Curren$y/Rick Ross/Wiz joint: it’s a track about getting high and being awesome. So, the perfect summer jam. Ne-Yo’s hook blends so nicely with this super seventies sounding sample (which Wikipedia tells me is “Silly Love Song” by Enchantment) and the result is, like, the perfect level of sleaziness, in the best way possible. I have never hated Ne-Yo less. And while I have always loved Rick Ross’ voice, his delivery in this song is, if you’ll pardon the expression, off the chain (of his own face).

Curren$y, who is my new favorite (I’m a little slow on the uptake) drops a couple of zingers in a verse full of masterful wordplay. The YouTube commenter favorite seems to be “I’m the action on the court / You the gum stuck stuck to the bleachers,” and I am inclined to agree with that consensus. Wiz Khalifa, who I tried to sell to my little brother as “a better version of Kid Cudi, just like Pittsburgh is a better version of Cleveland” (he didn’t buy it) also does his thing here. And the video is set in a tattoo parlor, so this song hits the big Taylor Gang three: 1) girls, 2) weed, and 3) tattoos. Bonus video treat: shirtless Rick Ross. Bonus life treat: shirtless Rick Ross. The man must weigh 250+ lbs, and he is completely covered in tattoos. So yeah: put on this joint, grab a joint, make a model of your face and hang it around your neck: ridiculous, but also ridiculously great.