Yo, Mississippi has been churning out some of music’s GOATs — blues legends, pop stars, country crooners, gospel greats — for as long as those kind of tunes have been around.

Aight. But what about hip-hop?

Check it. This week a new artist from Mississippi entered the ranks of lyrical legends of rap. This dude, Art T. “Hank” Davis from Brooksville, spit this one line: “I’m trapping on Maple Street.” And boom! His career exploded and disappered faster than a 10-cent bottle rocket.

Word.

For all y’all not down with street talk, “trapping” means slingin’ drugs. That line was from his track “Hood Pharmacy.” So yeah, one bar, and dude’s in deep — from rap to rap sheet, yo.

Here’s how it went down, according to the press release put out by The Man (aka Lowndes County Sheriff’s Office).

Davis had been dropping his rap on social media when the po-po got the word from some snitches. The man had been eye-ballin’ Davis for a while, sussing that Hank had been dealing meth and weed and fentanyl. They know he stay at 145 Maple Street in Columbus, so when Hank rapped that he was slingin’ from his crib, it was on.

On Tuesday, the LCSO narc unit set up a bogus drug deal to buy an ounce of meth from Davis who agreed that the deal would go on at the Days Inn Motel in Columbus (Shout out to Days Inn for the free pub).

That’s when it went sideways for Davis. The cops cuffed him quick and tossed his ride, finding about a half-pound of meth, some pills and weed, along with some cash and a Glock. They also scooped up Terrica Yadasia Hendricks, who was riding shotgun, for trafficking. A little kid was in the car, but kinfolk came got him.

Then they blue-lighted over to the Davis crib on Maple and scooped up another half-pound of meth and some more weed and pills. Jermaine Terrance Hendricks, Keyante Katorse Summerville (street name Cash) got arrested there for possessin’ and whatnot.

I swear I ain’t trippin, but in the middle of all this, four young bloods showed up at the house on Maple and be like, “What up?” The cops be like, “Let’s look in your ride, then we’ll see what up.”

The cops found weed and two Glocks in their ride so they got charges, too. The man is still trying to straighten it all out and there’s a chance for some more arrests. Drop a dime to Crimestoppers if you got dirt. Get paid, y’all.

Aight. That means one line of rap turned out a pound of meth, beaucoup weed, pills, fat stacks and stainless steel bracelets for nine.

They putting charges on everybody except Ol’ Pierre.

That’s messed up, y’all.

It’s worth saying that Davis and his crew are innocent until proven guilty, but if the po-po are even telling half the truth, they’re looking at some serious time.

If it go down like that, Hank gonna be surprised to know that he’s more famous than he ever could imagine. The cats on the inside know all about the newbies, so he ain’t fixing to hear the end of that anytime soon. They all be like, “Yo, Hank. You still trapping on Maple Street, bae?”

I figure the only upside for Hank is that he’s picked up some street cred he can use for his hip-hop career after they cut him loose. He’s 26 now, so he’s likely to be one OG when that happens.

Here’s the lesson. If you crimen’, be chill about where it’s going down. The cops don’t need no more help.

True dat. Just ask Hank.

Slim Smith is a columnist and feature writer for The Dispatch. His email address is [email protected].

Slim Smith is a columnist and feature writer for The Dispatch. His email address is [email protected].

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