I kinda slept on this Fear of God II album. Granted a good chunk of the songs are from the mixtape that shares the same name, it's still pretty solid. Pusha T, while limited in subject matter, knows how to make a song that makes you want to drop out of school, invest your college fund in cocaine and straight murk anyone who bothers to look at you while gettin' your Waka Flocka on to his music in your Volkswagen Jetta. Am I talking about me? Of course not. But damn this song has been in constant rotation for me when I hit the gym.