The Sadness Of Flo Rida: Part 2

The Sadness Of Flo Rida: Part 2

The journey of a man, or perhaps....something more?

To see part 1 of this analysis, bravely click here. 

Where we last left Flo, he was a broken man, pushed to the edge of his limits by heartbreak and addiction, both to the “jump” and “the club.” Our own instincts told us to reach out and to lend him a hand in his struggles, but the only person that could help Mr. Rida was himself. All we can do is watch, and hope. On the wings of glory, will Flo soar like a mythic phoenix? Or will he become a shadow of himself, destined to have Tila Tequila feature on his songs, all the while attempting an experimental rock album.

Club Can’t Handle Me

“…Stuntin go wild can’t handle this plan

Life of the club, arrogant like yeah!

Top like money, all the girls just melt…”

As we can see, Flo returns to the place he finds most familiar, and most comforting. He claims to be “arrogant” but we all know the truth: he is only hurting like yeah. Many times, after a harsh break-up, men will attempt to hook up with as many girls as possible, in order to rebound from the loss. Here, Flo refuses to pick one girl to be the object of his affection. They melt around him. They crave his illusion of stability, and can’t get past their lust and greed enough to see that he is a broken man.

“…Fall out ‘cause that’s the business…”

Except it isn’t really the fault of the business. It’s you. You can’t blame your demons on the game, Flo. He searches desperately for the reason behind his torment and has chosen his profession, like a soldier who blames the war for his stress and emotional problems. The rap world is a battlefield, and sadly, Flo Rida is on the losing side.

“…Scream out I’m in the building (hey)…”

As we mentioned in the previous article, he craves attention. However, he usually uses his money and God-given talent to get it. Now, he’s reduced to yelling in a probably crowded, loud club that he’s there. On the surface, he just wants to be noticed, but, if you look deeper, he just wants to be loved.

“…They watchin,’ I know this…”

Do they really see YOU, though? They know Flo, the mega star, but what about Flo, the man? We all have needs, but how long will he ignore them?

“…The club can’t even handle me right now.

Hey, Still feelin’ myself, I’m like outta control.

Can’t stop now, more shots, lets go.

Ten more rounds, can I get a KO…”

The club, as we know it, has gone from being a locale to something more intangible. It represents all of Flo’s flaws and misconceptions about humanity. It controls him, guiding him like a devil on his shoulder. The part of his brain not yet taken by this delusion? It begs for release. It begs for a KO.

“…I am ladies man,

Come be my lady and

We can ball, so, ahhh…”

Ball so what, Flo? We know your troubled past with women. Can you not even bring yourself to speak of what might possibly happen when she finds the real you, the sobbing child, hiding underneath your sunglasses and chains?

Turn Around (5, 4, 3, 2, 1)

“…Pop that, drop that

It’s yo birthday

Top that, got that

Work for this stage

Stop that, lock that

Work it in place…”

Once again, Mr. Rida falls into objectifying women as objects that he can order around. She knows that it’s not her real birthday, and that it’s her who controls the flow of income. She can dance if she wants to. She has choices. But Flo is a celebrity and she feels compelled to indulge his misplaced urges. It’s mutually destructive and can only lead to a meltdown.




Oh Oh”

A shallow lifestyle will only result in shallow lyrics. But should we be so quick to judge? The use of “mmm” and “oh oh” suggest that Flo is experiencing pleasure. But that would mean…

Perhaps our worries are unnecessary. Perhaps, in the arms of a woman who doesn’t care, Flo is truly at peace. He doesn’t want a white picket fence, and a dog and two kids. He just wants the women and the fame. Maybe we’re wrong to judge him for that. Not everyone follows the stereotypical American dream.

Who Dat Girl

“She aint no rockstar, but she got groupies

She aint no actress, but she make movies

And when she strut that thing around

Everybody be breakin’ they neck like

Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl?

It’s all becoming clear now. He’s helping these girls. They live lives dedicated to the momentary pleasure that they derive from men’s attention. They’re made happy by Flo Rida’s attentiveness. If only for a second, they’re Flo Rida’s woman. The use of a double negative “aint no” indicates that Flo actually thinks highly of these girls. He masks it in slang grammar, but he wants the women to feel good. They are “rockstars” and “actresses,” at least in his eyes. There is a certain special feeling to be gotten from that. It takes a long time for our normal minds to accept it, but Flo’s idea of happiness might not match up with ours.

Good Feeling

“I’ll be the president one day…”

I’m sure you will be one day, Flo. I’m sure you will…

In the end, after psycho-analyzing the lyrics of Flo Rida, I discovered that the pain he was feeling, well, wasn’t really pain at all. Because Flo Rida is not something that we can just dissect, like a very catchy, pop-rap frog on a table. He’s something much more.

When it all comes down to it, Flo Rida is the club.

He’s transcended the boundaries of normal man. He has become an idea, a metaphor for the way that fame and popularity can transform you. Perhaps he’ll live forever. We can only wait to see. Until then, we can watch and consider ourselves forever curious, and, well, enlightened.


Concept created by Jason Edwards.

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