I’ve heard Waka Flocka Flame’s “No Hands” about a hundred times. That’s a fair estimate. About fifteen of those plays were of my own volition; the rest were from the radio or Pandora or public venues or whatever else. I loved it at first, but I’m now at the point where I have to turn it off because I can no longer stand it. That being said, one line in it proves the most beautiful thing about pop music. As soon as you think you’ve heard something so many times that it has lost all meaning, you end up creating new meanings that you never would have formed without the first ninety-nine listens.

In his underrated verse, Roscoe Dash boasts, “My pockets stuck on overload / My rain never evaporates.” Of course what he means is that he can “make it rain” forever because his money will never run out. (I always wished he had said “stuck on overflow,” which would add to the water diction.) However, the image turns out to be a mixed metaphor to those who remember the water cycle: If rain ever stopped evaporating, the whole process of life would stop completely. Evaporation needs to occur for clouds to condense and precipitate once more. The line actually means the opposite of what Roscoe intends: a lack of evaporation would lead to stagnation and devolution, not advancement. If one part of that rain process were broken, we would all die. Dissatisfied strippers would be the least of our problems.

So is “No Hands” a goofy song because it has a line that, after a bit of analysis, is clumsy and misshapen? Or is it brilliant because this hadn’t occurred to me until my hundredth reading of the sneakily complex text? Probably both—and my smart approach to the song is appropriately silly. The bottom line is that there’s always something new to take away from music, and there’s always something with which you can surprise yourself, even by bringing scientific inquiry to a Brick Squad song. Bow! Bow! Bow! Bow!