Before he got hit by a truck, Lilbootycall didn’t seem destined to become a rap star. The glasses-wearing kid wasn’t the most popular figure in his high school; he wasn’t even the most popular rapper. He dreamed of becoming a musician but was bullied relentlessly, thinking he could never achieve his dreams, the perpetual outsider. 
 It took getting ran over by a truck–riding a borrowed bicycle to a grocery store job he hated–to change his mind and put him on the path to making music. He quit that job, started making beats in Garageband on his stepdad’s laptop and began experimenting with how to fit together all the different types of music he'd grown up on. When it came time to choose his nom de rap, he decided to pay tribute to his lurking suspicion that he was the “bootycall” of his social circle, who his “friends” would only hit up when everyone else was busy, the second option, the forgotten. 
 Against all odds, Lilbootycall managed to turn his sadness into instantly accessible music, combining emotional catharsis with catchy hooks and a laid-back flow that feels self-deprecating and nonchalant but legitimately lives up to its Texas rap heritage. His music plays around, in its own nonchalant way, with real issues that Call deals with: depression, bullying, trying to hit up someone cute when you’ve got crippling social anxiety. Judging by the DMs overflowing in his inbox, it’s connecting. In a world full of outcasts, Lilbootycall is finally a go-to guy.