After SohoI headed over to the Loft Friday night to get my sip of Dirty South Trap music by way of Louisiana rapper Lil Webbie. I know you instantly thought to yourself, ‘Oh Lawd, I bet a fight broke out before the show got good and started.” You were right, but in all fairness to the folks throwing ‘bows, if you play Lil Webbie chopped and screwed you can hear the subliminal messages in his music – which direct the trap stars and traptresses to swing on the person standing next to them. Okay, maybe not. I’m sad to say that the scuffle preshow was more entertaining than Webbie’s concert. He was trying to rap over backing vocals, but he couldn’t quite get in sync with the music. So, you know how in Kung Fu movies the sound and the actors don’t quite find a happy medium? That was the story of Webbie’s struggle in the STL –except for it was double the sound and half the pleasure. I couldn’t make out any of it. I still had a good time and realized that I’m quietly obsessed with T. Marley. His little stalling antics gave me more life than Webbie’s main attraction.