Chicken Talkin Bastard is the fourth standalone Bossman Dlow mixtape and yet here’s all I know about him so far: He doesn’t seem to have ever heard of a wallet, so he carries money around in large stacks of bills that look to weigh as much as a newborn baby; he spends so much time in VIP sections of strip clubs that he probably gets his packages delivered there; he might be the second-most dangerous driver in Florida, behind Tiger Woods. With catchphrases like a 20th-century sitcom star, he churns out over-the-top motivation trap with so little autobiographical detail that I don’t even think I can picture him doing any normal human activity. Try real hard: Can you imagine Bossman Dlow walking his dog or visiting his grandmother? It’s a severe lack of depth that would be a bigger deal if he wasn’t so good at his old-fashioned brand of uncomplicated radio hits.…