I don't think I can properly express in words how uninteresting Jack Harlow is to people who don't want to fuck him. He spends so much of this album assuming the person he's talking to - presumably the listener? - wants to fuck him. Sidepiece this, fuck the earrings off this bitch that, flexing for the hoes here and there. Which, I mean, it's not unheard of, I've heard a few people tell me he's hot. But like.. I don't. So, where's my music, Jack? And while we're here, where's music for the asexuals, huh? We're starting to feel a bit left out here, JACK.