Of course it doesn't hurt her impending online lovefest, already well underway, that her subject matter is all so internetty. It's not hashtag rap, but reblog rap, ideas dragged and clicked over from one page to the next, assembled in incongruous collage—like an unfolding Tumblr of seizure-inducing gifs and the contradiction of a cute animal pic followed by a porn gif followed by a violent film still broadcast from within the frame of a teenager's messy bedroom. “I don't do it on purpose,” she says of that meme-style. “Maybe I just think in internet. Oh my god, that's horrible.”

Not horrible, just emblematic of how young people see the world now. How young is she though, because, uh, my friend wants to know if he's even allowed to like her music.

“Exactly that's the point. I kind of like the mystique of nobody knowing my real age, so I'm not going to tell you,” she says.

Asking a girl how much she thinks drugs cost is hilarious. Like when they always interview George Bush or Mitt Romney or whoever about how much they think milk costs before elections and dudes are like, uh "$400 a gallon?"