



Harlem pretty-boy ASAP Rocky's swallowed lilt sounds great on this Clams Casino beat, where sharp snares drill through a deep expanse of rebounding synths. Rocky ponders himself, saying the only thing bigger than my ego is my mirror and talks about his home-block acclaim. Then he looks back on his own reflection—the clothes get weirder. Maybe soon Rocky's outfits will start to catch up to his warped output.