Peggy fails to deliver anything memorable flow wise or lyrically as he continues down his path of Hyper-masculine Hip-Hop. Everything I love(ed) about Peggys previous work is completely devoid on this project. Peggy used to have something to say, now he just fucks my bitch and gets sloppy toppy. Got nothing against that, but if I wanna hear that shit I'll listen to someone else, not Peggy.
Production as always is good.
EDIT: After one or two re-listens, I think the album is better than ... read more
This is an album where, as an artist, you sit down and go "Holy fuck if I make something even half as good as this I'll be ecstatic" This album is as close to perfection as you could possibly get.
Mac's internal battle is on full display as he struggles to manage the weight of seemingly a million different issues/problems on his shoulders.