Let’s be honest, many songs randomly featuring a Marciano verse tend to be kinda meh. The soliciting rappers are often not up to snuff, the man himself sounds bored to be there. But this one is notably better than most. Zilla weaves dark tales of wayward youth with determined panache, Has-Lo’s guitars go past gently weeping straight into unhinged wailing. And in the center of this worthy setting is a jewel of a Marciano verse, a rare moment where he weaves a linear narrative instead of defaulting to his usual stream of seamless fur-trimmed non-sequiturs. Other rappers should take note, this is a blueprint on how to collab with da gawd.