MAXIMUM CHILL

ScHoolboy Q is wandering around a luxurious penthouse suite, a lit joint in his hand. The mellow air to proceedings suggests it’s probably not his first smoke of the afternoon. This is rarely a good sign for an interview, especially when your slot has been cut in half at the last minute.

But as a TV crew packs up after another press commitment, and rain hammers against his hotel room’s large windows, the rapper saunters over to extend a hand. Dressed in a black hoodie and burgundy sweatpants, he insists that despite the jetlag, the weed and the packed schedule, he’ll still be good company. “I’m a clown-ass n***a,” says the 32-year-old, his monotone delivery matched