The church-organ, deconstructed gospel confessional “Bad Religion” is the one undeniable masterpiece on the album. It is pure. In the song, Ocean is in a cab, talking to a driver who barely understands him. He wants to tell this man his secrets, to pour out his heart, in part because he knows the cabby won’t understand. It’s a metaphor for the record itself, for the act of making art, FOR HOW HARD IT IS TO TELL ANYBODY ANYTHING, for Ocean’s life in all of those years when he was hiding.