But on December 1, shortly after posting bond, he alluded to the case in an Instagram post: "I look forward to clearing my name in the near future." The crowd sings along from memory, drowning him out as they chant the lyrics:Ītlantic Records declined to make Kodak Black available for an interview with New Times, and the conditions of his bond prevent him from commenting on the allegations against him. They clutch red Solo cups and snap selfies as he breaks into his biggest hit, "No Flockin." Standing just five feet six inches tall, Kodak is shorter than the girls in their platform heels, but he struts confidently across the stage, smiling and flashing a mouthful of gold teeth as dollar bills rain down from the ceiling. Three young women in low-cut, curve-hugging spandex climb onto the stage and start dancing. Now on his 13th tour stop in 30 days, he's dressed in a camouflage jacket and a matching beanie that hides his trademark Bantu knots. When Kodak Black comes on, dozens of onlookers scream, pushing closer to the stage and leaning over balconies to get a better view. As strobe lights flash, illuminating the darkened room, boys in hoodies and puffer jackets look on as girls in skintight dresses pass around champagne bottles with sparklers, their glossy curls moving to the throbbing beat. The cavernous flea-market-turned-hip-hop-club contains more than 1,000 college-aged men and women. Just across from the municipal airport - which offers a grand total of three commercial flights per day - Club Compound is overflowing with sweaty bodies. on a below-freezing February night in tiny Florence, South Carolina, a town of 38,000 not far from the coast.