It’s the first song I ever heard flipping on a radio late at night, and my nine-year-old ass got right out of bed and started trying to Stanky Leg. That summer, I watched someone ralph straight downwards from one of those flying roller coasters at Rye Playland while it was bumping on the PA. Playland is closing now, and I packed up my childhood bedroom last weekend, but Young Money still takes me back to glory days of cowboy sheets, funnel cakes and Drake not being famous yet.