Reporter: What attracted you to music in the first place? TG: Music be dope. Reporter: I’m not understanding the answer. TG: Dope. Like, you know. Music just be like dope. I fuck with it. Reporter: Still a little confused, are you saying music is a drug? And just to, you know clarify for the audience, you “fuck” with music or drugs? TG: Who this dude? Can you snort music nigga? Fuck is you discussing right now. You need to miss me with that shit. I be in both lanes. Fucks with the music, fucks with an assortment of powders and concoctions from the motherfucking curiosity shop, feel me? And this the important part, you listening homey? Reporter: I am asking the questions. TG: They both dope. Reporter: Both? TG: Yeah nigga. From Hank Senior to motherfucking Beach House to goddamn I Can’t Hold My Liquor. From back when Heroin was all up in the Robitussin all the way to the pile of ketamine on my La Madison Du Travial back at the crib. It’s all dope homey. It’s all what’s up. All of it what’s happening. Reporter: I think I have it now. Dope is what’s up? What is, as you stated, happening. TG: Look my man, let me put you on some of that Urban Dictionary. Dope: The shit, the biz, that good good. Anything on point. A strategic maneuver executed properly could be classified as dope. A good read on a sunny afternoon. Pussy = Dope. Impeccably designed curio cabinet = Dope. Life = Dope (“unless your life sucks, feel me?”) Even a shit life = Dope (“never mind. I guess long as you breathing and shit life be dope.”) Oxygen = Dope. (“called that shit my nigga.”) Basically, if you like something, that bitch equals Dope. Also, heroin and most other street drugs. BUT NOT MARIJUANA. (“They put that shit in all caps. TEXT SCREAMING THAT SHIT. But yo, marijuana super dope so I don’t know about the validity of that last shit. I mean, not like I’m on that Merriam Webster or some Yale post grad ass grammar teaching page but this shit seeming factually inaccurate. Cuz like, weed be dope too. Weed be good and it just said, you like that bitch, it’s dope. Nigga this shit garbage. That Indica dope, that Sativa dope. All them hybrids these scientific motherfuckers be breeding and cloning, they dope. Man, fuck this definition.”) They even got some usages down at the end of that shit, things people be saying. You know, how people be using dope all grammatically correct and shit: Man, you seen that fly bitch walking down the street? Yeah, she dope, I said hey though and she was like fuck you looking at? And I was all like hey, I thought you was dope. And she was like thank you and walked into the liquor store. You get her number? No. That woulda been dope though. I waited for her and everything but she came out with a bottle of that dope ass Angel’s Envy and was looking at me crazy like a fucking stalker so I didn’t ask. Oh, fuck, that is not dope. Nope. And... Reporter: Can we get back to our interview? TG: Fuck is we doing? One more nigga, this one right here, this one be encapsulating shit: Yo, that shit sounded dope. I know nigga. Reporter: Okay. THATS ENOUGH. I FUCKING GET IT. I WAS TRYING TO GET YOU TO BE MORE DESCRIPTIVE FOR THE READER. FUCKING PLEASE STOP TALKING. DO YOU EVEN REALLY REPRESENT TRAP GAZE? ARENT YOU SUPPOSED TO BE THE SPOKESMAN? TG: Who Trap Gaze? Whachoo talking about homey? I was just sitting here drinking a Cafe Mocha Chocolatta Grande in this bitch and you sat down asking me about music and what’s dope and shit. I thought a nigga just wanted to talk. Reporter: Your not Trap Gaze? Not TG: I said who Trap Gaze? Fuck kinda name that is? (Starts laughing.) Yo, it’s a fool in the window cracking the fuck up. Pointing at you. I mean, that dude straight doubled over. Why you think I’m this Trap Gaze motherfucker anyway? Reporter: (Turns around. Guy laughing outside slaps his middle finger on the glass saying, you can interview my balls bitch. He then runs away.) He told me he’d be the only black dude in the coffee shop. I just assumed. Not TG: Oh shit. That’s racist. Like I’d be the only nigga in a Starbucks? (Looking around.) Well look at that shit, I’m the only nigga in the Starbucks. ***INTERVIEW CUT SHORT FOR LACK OF INTERVIEWEE***