
Part of me is proud to see some Iggy Azalea cover art that isn't dripping with gratuitous sexuality. But the other half of me is like, f*ck, where's the gratuitous sexuality? This is Iggy Azalea we're talking about. What am I supposed to distract myself with while being subjected to her raps? Not this Illuminati®-inspired photoshop, I hope. Don't you hate it when artists come out one way, all tease and sleaze, then try to switch the marketing up and get deep and subliminal? Stick to the script, please ma'am. You're confusing us. (Bet money, Wilhelmina had something to do with this.)
In related news: Her boss T.I. and Grand Hustle homie B.o.B lace the track.