On last year's Honest he was disoriented; engaging rhetorical questions one minute, nonsense the next.
Here our host wears his world-weariness lightly. On opener, I Thought It Was A Drought, Future advises, "I just fucked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops." In The Percocet & Stripper Joint, "I just did a dose of Percocet with some strippers." Neither statement is a brag, nor a celebration. They're delivered reluctantly, with a tangible sense of fatigue. We learn our host "(m)ade myself a boss," on Fuck Up Some Commas. Apparently, heavy is the head that wears the crown.
