A powder-white Rolls Royce Corniche barrels through the plains of the Mexican desert and onto the grounds of a fortress that wouldn’t be out of place on Narcos. The driver emerges, in a crisp suit that matches his whip’s pearly exterior, his cowboy boots crunching on gravel, ominous case in hand. It’s a scene that could be the intro to any Future video, right before he launches into a commanding barrage of stylized mob-boss bars. Only it’s clear from the jump that we are not in familiar... Read this story
