Wow. I remember this time vividly. I was living in Atlanta, almost an adult, and trying desperately to throw my life away with this album and GRODT being the soundtrack to bad decisions. I also fukked a bytch to No Letting Go on repeat around this time so I know that song was popping then.
Also, around this time I seriously considered shooting Micheal Vick because he left me hanging on a dap and he and his friends thought it was hilarious.
