Close to hell on earth.

He's just a baby.

Quite literally a copy to grab more cash.

Puts posthumous albums to shame.

Throw-aways.

The early works show his improvements later on.

Pointless.

Into one ear and out the other.

The bad guy is back with more bars!

Potty words for a potty album.

Corny ideas made into songs.

A small amount of bangers washed out with filler tracks.

The format and style is already overused.

The end was nowhere in sight.

Re-heated nachos as an album.

Some tracks should just be omitted.

A little too chaotic to comprehend.

Interesting production, but Don Toliver seems to not do so well by himself.

Some tracks don't fit in at all, and none meet the expectation set by the singles.

A bloated and rushed project.