DJ Khaled isn't keen on craftsmanship—he is keen on hits. The DJ turned pseudo-maker is one of the untouched extraordinary opportunists, and each name added to his gathering talk sustains the possibility that he is effective by affiliation. His flourishing is predicated on his picture exceeding his melodic yield and on accomplishing top commercialization, both exemplary signs of pop fame.
Khaled is the lip-syncer taken to the outrageous, the rockist masterfulness image taken to its hyperbolic decision. It isn't only that he doesn't perform or play any instruments; he doesn't generally do anything. There is some collaboration in Drake giving him a melody called "POPSTAR," since Khaled so urgently wants superstar as a substitute.
To be reasonable, Khaled co-created "POPSTAR" with David and Eli and OZ, however it's hazy what precisely he delivered on it, and the tune's dim synths waver between two notes. Khaled frequently gets power from amassing elegant force cuts, however that posing isn't fundamental with Drake, the surest thing in mainstream music—the last three Drake visitor spots on Khaled melodies, including the co-discharged "GREECE," were all performances. No one epitomizes the "another" ethos of relentless hit-production more than Drake, and this coordinated effort, more than any of the others, finds the rap ruler delighting in that fact.
Drake has frequently rapped about pop star status as a weight, yet here he wears the mantle gladly. There are looking references to Ariana Grande and Selena Gomez; correlations with stalwart maker David Foster and supervisor Scooter Braun are benchmarks for his worldwide reach. Entertainingly enough, by tolerating pop, Drake pens one of the laziest rap melodies of his vocation. "Crown in my grasp and I'm truly playin' ward off/Shit don't even normally get this large without a Bieber face," he raps, between an interjection of a youth cheer and rhyming "bit of cake" with "Turks and Caic'."
There is a laziness to his exhibition, the shrug of a man whose each expression goes platinum. Possibly it's the smugness of being too large to fall flat, or perhaps the reality Khaled will acknowledge whatever scraps Drake brings to the table, yet "POPSTAR" feels cruel.
