A bad album. Though it must be said there's nothing egregiously bad to say about it. It doesn't feel unfinished nor are there any major low lights, apart from the Freddie Gibbs jab which, if all you're gonna say is "I can't fuck with you" and then not elaborate in the slightest do you expect not to get clowned upon? And also Chris Brown merely existing. Otherwise everything else is mostly passable. The 21 and G Herbo features are good and Pushin P is conceptually an intriguing track, even if not totally successful.