Conway's third mixtape that follows the game and changes his musical choice by leaving the wake of DJ Khaled and moving within the trap scene, with rhythms made by different producers on which he drops bars helped by hooks with autotune. Twelve tracks, four skits. It's a sort of long EP, decently made by Conway, but he doesn't revolutionize the game: even without having evident weaknesses, nothing remains in your head and the choice to insert skits every two tracks breaks the pace of the tape.
If you've ever wondered what it'd be like to listen to Conway on trap rhythms, this is a good choice [the only one, fortunately]. Otherwise, it's not an essential listening, neither for an East Coast fan, nor for a Griselda head.
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