Is Travis Scott a proud Houston son or profiteer?

Drive through any neighborhood in south Houston on a summer evening and you’re likely to feel the thrum of woozy bass lines vibrating from car stereos.

Out of an open window, you’ll hear the sluggish moan of a pitched-down voice rapping in slow motion, a hallmark of “chopped and screwed” hip-hop, a mainstay on the city’s unofficial soundtrack.

As with any transcendent art form, this sound is no longer Houston’s alone.