Since this is my day to review obnoxious promotional singles, here's the latest one from Soulja Boy glorifying his own excess. "Told that bitch to hit the sour/Now she's smellin like a flower/Then we hopped up in the shower/Beat it up from the back my nigga." Fantastic. As Soulja Boy tracks go, the whistling melody isn't that bad, but hearing this kid brag about how much marijuana he smokes ("stupid stupid sour") and how great he is ("I be so damn fucking fly") just proves he hasn't developed his rhyme writing or even gotten beyond showing off how young, dumb and full of cum he is. Not like I really expected him to, but still. "I'm so motherfuckin rich/Don't call my fuckin phone." Don't worry about it. You ain't got nothin' to say.