Album: Pluto
Label: Sony
Lyrics: "Champagne spilling, crabcakes everywhere/My white bitch tripping, she saying I ain't playing fair."

We understand Future's commitment to a seafood reference, most especially when he's kicking that champagne rap, but let's be real. Crabcakes are like the bastard step-child of cool-guy seafood dishes. Next to Chicken of the Sea, that's the least aspirational seafood ever.