Travis Scott just released his highly anticipated UTOPIA album and as soon as I listened I saw a music video play out for the song “Meltdown”. I have no expertise in music video making, but this Is how I like envisioning songs. If you haven’t listened to Meltdown, it’s a crazy track with multiple beat switches, crazy verses, and a wonderful feature from, the one and only, Drake. The song starts with Drake whispering a bit saying “T’d up right now, T-time, T-time” which I believe means he’s turned up, who tf knows, but this is where my idea started. I could only imagine Drake as he said “T-time” being in a tea room in England, drinking out of a tiny tea cup with his pinky up. He, of course, would be ostentatiously dressed to a T, while he whispers his verse to the angry older patrons around him. They continue to look over as he shares his tea and little British snacks with the girls who came with him. The waiters are scantily dressed models, serving Drake everything he needs (krimpets, those cute little crustless sandwiches, pouring teas into his cup), to the dismay of the other customers. Now let’s look at the lyrics of the first part of the song.

“Teatime like I got a cup of this shit
Tee time like golf at a quarter to six
I’d love to fuck on a regular bitch
Famous hoes lame but they stay on my dick
Heard your new joint, it’s embarrassing, shit
You talk to the cops on some therapist shit
You act like you love this American shit
But, really, the truth is you scared of the 6
Yeah, you scared of the 6
Yeah, you scared of the 6”

He points at his girls as he says he’d love to fuck on a regular bitch, then points to the patrons when he says “you talk to the cops”. Then we go to that perfectly whispered line, “You’re scared of the six.” I imagine him looking at the menu and showing the patrons a menu item that says “No. 6”, then winking at them. Then the bottles of Dom Perignon come out, blunts on a tray, double cups of lean, and the special ingredient “No. 6” in a small beaker type container

.“Don’t talk to the boy ’bout comparisons, shit
Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit
The weapons we got are some terrorist shit
Like TV producers we, grr, we airing this shit”

Drake shows the older patrons of the tearoom the guns his bodyguards have and makes a “shh” gesture as he pours a little bit of “No. 6” into a teacup and passes it over to them.

She askin’ for bread for her parents and shit
I told her, “I don’t got no cash”
“And she said she gon’ wait on a rack, on some Arabic shit
I pull out a million and stare at the shit
My dick just got hard ’cause a wire just hit
My schedule is out, come spin us, for real
Man, fuck all that spinnin’ the narrative shit
I melt down the chains that I bought from yo’ boss
Give a fuck about all of that heritage shit”

The waitress who gives the older people the teacup with No. 6 in it asks Drake for a tip and he shoos her away with his hand. Then the older man takes a sip of the teacup. Drake watches from afar and the camera viewpoint switches to the older man’s eyes. Drake takes off a chain from his neck and it starts to melt without any fire, seemingly by magic (the No. 6 is making the man hallucinate).

“Since V not around, the members done hung up the Louis
They not even wearing that shit
Don’t come to the boy ’bout repairing some shit
Don’t come to the boy about sparing some shit
You lucky that Vogue was suing
‘Cause I would’ve been with the Wassas in Paris and shit”

Drake slowly gets up and walks over to one of the old men and takes off the LV ascot that hung around his neck and replaces it with an OVO chain. Then the music stops. Travis is in the bathroom washing his hands (he’s also dressed very fancy). He looks up into the mirror into his eyes and a small flame appears when he hears “Meltdown” come on over the speakers

“Is you fuckin’ crazy? Is you fuckin’ crazy? (Ah)
And they scared of the seven (Seven)
After one-three then we turn up eleven (Yeah)
Keep this shit open like 7-Eleven (It’s lit)
Me at the house, I got seven in heaven
They think I’m satanic, I keep me a reverend”

Travis steps out of the bathroom and sees the No. 6 bottle, and walks up to Drake and pushes him, “Is you fuckin crazy?”. Drake motions to him like the Michael Jordan shrugging meme and Travis shakes his head and looks at the older patrons. Then the camera switches back to the viewpoint of the tearoom’s patrons all watching Travis as the tearoom melts down into the cityscape of Houston, Texas (the 713). Travis grows horns on his head as he leads his new soldiers (along with a Drake dressed in all black, horns would look to corny on him) into the city that he has come to take over. Think of a zombie apocalypse scene with all of his followers behind him. (Can even play the song “Zombies” from days before rodeo as a brief interlude or in the background as a hint that Travis has gone back to his old ways on this album)

“And shawty a therapist, poppin’ her shit
She inching my way and she started confessing
I know what’s at stake, I’m screamin’, “Free Jeffrey”
Connect collect calls right off of the celly
Gave her the blues, not talkin’ ’bout belly
Don’t keep it sincere, I go Makaveli
I got the juice, now it’s heavy (Juice)”

One of the older woman patrons comes over to Travis in a succubus fashion and whispers in his ear as they move through the city, her tongue flickers behind him. She points at the jail where Young Thug Is held. The camera points to Young Thug behind jail bars and Travis and Drake motion to the older drugged patrons to melt down his jail cell and it works. Young Thug is free as the mob continues down the street.

“Always on t-time, been ready (T, ah), yeah
Is you fucking crazy? Is you f— (Yeah, stoned, let’s go)
Wrappin’ the cheese, wrap around me ’cause I’ve got property (Wrap, cheese, wrap)
Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs (Vs), got the Willy Wonka factory (Vs)
Burn a athlete like it’s calories, find another flame hot as me, bitch”

Travis turns to his followers and puts on a Willy Wonka style hat, then all of Houston melts down and turns into a demonic Chocolate Factory, as the beat changes once again. The factory, made out of chocolate, is melting slowly. Picture if Salvador Dali made a chocolate factory, that’s what this would be. The oompa Loompas all have horns, the chocolate has spikes, the river of chocolate is blood. There are people with giant heads floating around, just kind of a crazy otherworldly, chocolate factory.

“I met these Texas boys and ran it up a couple, maybe (Couple, maybe)
Swanging in the pickup truck, baby, fuck Mercedes (Fuck Mercedes)
I’ll fuck a nigga bitch but she can’t have the baby (Have the baby)
I’ll shoot your ass in Walmart like I’m DaBaby (In Walmart)
Your boy going Lionel Messi, I go Tom Brady (Woo)
Used to wear the bust down back in my old days (Woo)
Now I let the chains hang, you gotta tuck yours maybe (Tuck it, tuck it)
Niggas talkin’ Scarface, I’m that in real life (Ooh)
Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking crazy? (Fuckin’ crazy)
Man, the club ain’t been the same since we lost Mercedes (Straight up)
Man, the clique ain’t been the same since they lost the greatest (Nah, nah, nah)
We outside with the army, so you need the—, uh-uh
Them boys rollin’ all brown like they whippin’ gravy
Make a circus outside like it’s Barnum’s Bailey (It’s lit)”

Travis and Drake hop in a crazy looking pick-up truck and start whipping it around the chocolate factory, doing donuts and wheelies, while the older patrons eat all the chocolate and tear the factory apart. “We outside with the army, them boys rollin all brown,” it shows all the crazy older people with chocolate mixed with blood all over their face. “Make a circus outside like it’s Barnum’s Bailey” – the camera starts to zoom out on all of this carnage happening, Drake and Travis still riding in the car, the people with inflated heads circling the sky, the older zombies tearing the factory apart. The camera keeps on rolling out going into a tunnel getting smaller and smaller as the last part of the song plays “Is you fuckin crazy”. Then we come back to reality and it’s Travis at the sink still, looking in the mirror, the water is running. Drake barges in and says “Is you fuckin crazy, bro? Get out here, what are you doing in here, brother? Let’s fucking go, we got the fine ass girls, and the fine ass drinks. Ya know I told you to lay off that za-za for now, it got you actin crazy.” Travis looks over and shakes his head before taking a piece of chocolate from the bathroom attendant’s tray and tipping him. The attendant is dressed in a very fancy tuxedo. The camera slowly rises up and Travis and the elderly attendant stare at each other. The attendant is one of the old guys in the tea room who took the No. 6, and he gives Travis a wink. Travis pops the chocolate in his mouth and enters the strip club with Drake. The bathroom door slams behind them and the attendant gives a creepy smile – the screen goes black.

Here’s a link for the song, give it a listen and tell me what you think!