This is Aaliyah with her mother and best friend, Diane Haughton. When I was spearheading and shaping Fader’s Aaliyah issue, I got the opportunity to speak with her off the record about her daughter. We’re all still grieving for Aaliyah, but none more than Ms. Haughton. And if Drake had any iota of an inkling how to act, he would not have offered that piece of shit of a megalomaniacal verse on a track with a new sketch from Babygirl. I’ve been disdainful of the concept of him sharing songspace with her vocals because his narcissistic manipulative emotions are the antithesis of the deep pathos her reticent presence represented. But this is worse than I could have ever anticipated. F U Drake and while we’re at it, RIP Static Major. Respect to the Haughton family, Diane, Michael, Rashad.