Fat Trel makes music that makes me feel quite insignificant—like looking up at the stars, you know? His barreling delivery leaves those of weak constitution in a state of even weaker consitution, e.g. "I wish all of y'all die."
Anyway, the D.C. rapper's mixtape, SDMG (which stands for Sex, Drugs, Money, Guns, if you didn't notice his fingers on the cover art), not to be confused with SODMG, is a taste of his latest: a 21-track project of which this author has heard just two songs so far, but is already more than convinced of its compelling nature. "Thots," for which he spells out the Chicago acronym a number of times before beginning to rap, already holds a special place in my heart.
Listen below, the fire is upon you: