HOLLYWOOD

The track seems to have been cut from the film ‘Los Angeles 2013’, where the air is thick with smoke, palm trees overheat in the sun, and the function is not an application, but a party where everyone has more than just words up their sleeves. Here, you don't want to think - here, you want to nod your head and feel the concrete beneath your trainers begin to vibrate.

Each line is like a gesture from a moving car window: clear, bold, without interpretation. This is not an attempt to please - it is a statement of predatory rights, with no questions and no pauses. Only smoke, money, movement, and the West Coast, which smells of gunpowder and parties at the same time.

Not a soundtrack to a film - the film itself. A script? Who needs one when you've got chains, glare, and a ‘look but don't touch’ attitude?