He insists to be workin workin workin workin hard every every every every day day day but it can't be on these songs, though perhaps if you ingest all the weed they suggest you do in the first minute of this album you won't notice how dreadful the rest of it is. As usual, Juicy seems to teeter between miserably-mundane and braindead-offensive, is good for an occasional/unintentional lol-line ("Catch your ass at that Mickey D's / Merk your ass in that drive-thru" - not funny at all, come to think of it) and boy does he have things to say: he's stoned, lines are gettin' blown, he's treatin' hoes like shit, he's really high, he's got lots and lots of money, strippersguns etc. Facepalm Moment: when things get all atypical and a point is almost made on "Don't", only to have it immediately tainted by following it up with the trainwreck "Anybody" ("Grab a bitch by the neck / Say bitch can you suck a dick?").
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