Don't sleep on the highlight of his verse, a truly bizarre ad-lib he unleashes at 49 seconds in--he snarls what seems like a pure, made-up guttural sound, with a vague resemblance to "sriracha."

In the context of the very uneven quality control that has marked Gucci's post-prison output, his verse here is definitely strong: "I thank God money fell for me, I hope we always be together/A n-- told me he was scared for me, I told him get his s- together," he raps.