As a road movie, it allows the franchise to move past a localized portrait of Florida ennui and create a snapshot of larger American dysfunction with some novel ideas on how to fix it. Each pit stop ends up being an indicator of ongoing sexual/racial stratification in the U.S. where capitalist progress just means everything has its own segregated market. One stop at a drag club exposes the strictly hetero boundaries of the film's paean to female desire, but also presents a diplomatic openness to fluid sexuality when the boys join a voguing competition to find their "inner queen." Possibly as an amends for the first's lack of black actors (which inspired the movie "Chocolate City" to pick up the slack), the kings expand the racial demographics of their crew at Domina, a mansion and all-black stripping establishment run by Rome (Jada Pinkett Smith in electrifying boss mode). Rome gives the boys a treatise on how women, continually undercut by societal constraints, deserve to be treated like queens and instructs them to learn about respecting women from Augustus (Michael Strahan) and Andre (Donald Glover), which, combined with the sexual healing of the mostly R&B soundtrack (Jeremih!!!), combats mainstream Hollywood notions of predatory black men.