Rick Ross: if not rape, what's it all about?

Cafe Society
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I just find it odd that anyone wouldn’t hear lines about putting something in a girl’s drink and not immediately think of date rape. Even if you dismissed it as being a stupid interpretation, I’d think it would at least cross your mind. I thought it even though I didn’t know what molly was. And a reviewer I watch, who knows rap backwards and forwards, caught it too.

I’d also be surprised at a rapper NOT using his lyrical refrain literally at least once as a type of worldplay. It’s my impression that, often, the whole refrain was designed around that one line where they do it. At least, I’ve seen it a lot in the Rap Critic’s reviews.

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I guess I kind of made an assumption, or perhaps conflated it with rohypnol. My apologies for perpetuating what appears to be an urban myth.

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I think that’s natural - and much more natural if you don’t know what “molly” is. I’m not mystified that it has been interpreted that way; it seems incredibly skeevy on the face of it, and I think it’s astonishingly stupid that it got published that way.

At the same time, I don’t have any trouble believing that buddy is sincere when he says that it wasn’t meant to be understood that way - but that only becomes apparent if you have some assumed knowledge and are considering those lines in context: Narrator first describes his own beverage as “champagne with a little high-glow”, non-literal use of “don’t even know it” throughout, knowledge that the presence of MDMA in champagne would be readily apparent, understanding that an A-to-B of giving someone ecstasy and then going home with them is a familiar and plausible scenario if the other person is aware, willing and into it, it makes absolutely no sense as either a mickey finn or magical aphrodisiac and would in fact utterly vapourize your chances of getting someone into bed if it was slipped to them on the sly.

Apart from that, a knowledge-and-consent scenario fits with the (somewhat threadbare) theme of the lyrics: “I am the big man in the club, I have the best clothes, the best cynically product-placed corporate-sponsored shitty shoes, the best booze, the best drugs, and the best women.” “I dupe women into having sex with me,” doesn’t fit that narrative at all.