This past Friday, Jack Harlow released a brief rappity-rap album that almost functioned as an apology for the weak-sauce pop-rap album that he released a year ago. Except it wasn’t an apology. Popular rappers never apologize. Harlow kicked off a round of weekend Twitter discourse when he called himself “the hardest white boy since the one who rapped about vomit and sweaters,” but the record’s real what-the-fuck moment came later, when Harlow rapped defensively about the entire idea of white privilege: “It must be my skin, I can’t think of any other reason I ...