H. A. Schiavone
If anyone thinks Bad Bunny’s message at The Superbowl was about love and unity, then we clearly define those words very differently.
Bad Bunny performed 5 songs … (please excuse what comes next):

Tití Me Preguntó
The song is about an aunt asking when he’ll settle down, and he responds by describing multiple sexual conquests and encounters.
"Let's take a selfie, say cheese, hey let the ones I already f**ked smile".

Yo Perreo Sola
“I twerk alone.”
The message is about a woman dancing alone and not wanting male attention. The sexually suggestive (reggaeton style) lyrics emphasize leave her alone, she doesn’t need you.
"She climbs on the table and doesn't give a f**k about anyone, when she twerks she doesn't stop, she smokes and gets horny, she'll call you if she needs you, but for now she is fine alone."

Safaera
Highly explicit, sexually graphic reggaeton lyrics. This is one of his most openly sexual tracks and absolutely adult in content.
“My dick is being chased and I want you to hide it. Grab it like a bonga. She took a pill that made her horny, she f**ks in the Audi not in the Honda ayy".

Monaco
Success, luxury, wealth, lifestyle flexing. This song is about his financial success and blowing it all on Jets, sex, greed, & champagne, not paying attention to time and important things in life.
"Drinking a lot of champagne, we're never thirsty. They're talking to themselves, they're talking to their echo. The sign of money, that's my new zodiac sign. Light up a cigar, got my family in Monaco".

El Apagón
Pride in Puerto Rico and criticism of corruption and gentrification.
The viral quote “I like the p***y of Puerto Rico” is a crude oversimplification. The song does include sexual slang, but its larger theme is political commentary about Puerto Rico’s energy crisis and displacement issues.
Seriously, people???!!!
That’s not a sermon on unity.
That’s not a family-friendly cultural bridge moment.
That’s not some profound moral statement.
It’s club music. It’s ego. It’s sex. It’s spectacle. And it belongs in Vegas, at best.
You can like it. You can celebrate it. You can call it art.
But DON’T gaslight the rest of us by pretending it was some wholesome, unifying message for America.
Love and unity don’t need lasciviousness and filth to prove themselves.
Just stop.
