Hosted by Atlanta mainstay DJ Holiday, the tape consists of seven new cuts. None of these largely swerve from Gates' established modus operandi--Auto-Tune-drenched hooks laid over stinging, trunk-rattling trap percussion. The lyrical content also doesn't diverge from what Gates has always give us. He croons and barks about the emotional drain of selling drugs and defending himself against attackers, alternating between braggadocio and vulnerability in equal measure.

Gates is fascinating because he never presents a single facet--his threats sparkle with exposed raw nerves, and his addresses to lovers always indicate an unreachable inner distance.