This beat is death horn and swarming locusts, squirming behind Trae and Wiz from word one. They’re not the most obvious duo, and Tha Truth’s verse is first, too, which puts Wiz in the unfamiliar position of rapping himself from just a crater of Trae-despondency. Too much weed smoke breeds depression, so maybe backing the sad-rap master is a good spot for Wiz to practice. It’s a side of him we like to see, past blunt-mellow and into emotional. And it’s is a side of Trae we like too and always will, even if it's the only one.