lyrically it is the same old shit, more or less, this is true - indeed Y.G. actually says "Gangsta rap ain’t as bad as ratchet", suggesting that it's the same old shit, only worse. And this would seem to reinforce the argument made by writer Courtney E. Smith of social stasis underlying the music.
musically, though, it's not the same sound at all, I don't think - ratchet / the DJ Mustard sound doesn't really resemble G-funk much
indeed of all the stuff currently being made, this sound -- pumped out locally by Power FM, roughly equivalent to Hot in NYC, i.e. that commercial / street zone in rap 'n' R&B -- is what I'm most excited by these days
True. Yet sexual malevolence still seems to survive, albeit sedate(d)ly.
So where did that feral, up-from-below energy go? Languid decadence and enervated empty-inside ennui as the aspirational post-Drake template, the reigning stylisation of success? Or is it just down to drugs?