This is what I want to hear from sample-based music. Chopped and glitched to hell. Sounds like some classic Deskhop, as if he was ever forced to stick to one perfect loop.
He’s a drum and bass DJ in Monroe, Louisiana. He also owns a Taekwondo school.
For some reason I always pictured the Mouth of trap music as a 1950’s Ward Cleaver type, looking up from behind his newspaper, pipe dangling from barely-parted lips. It’s quite uncharacteristic for him to even false-swear (“fiddlesticks,” “fudge,” “fucklesticks,”) so these phat beats must catch his ear something fierce.