Young Thug's vocals twist and flip over his spare trap productions, giving form to the MC's playfully slippery wordplay and surreal imagery. Creeping, bass-heavy tracks “Constantly Hating” and “King TROUP” leave ample space for Thug to fill with disarming melodic runs and cackling ad libs, while “2 Cups Stuffed” and “Picacho” burst at the seams with a mercurial energy. This is rap as sport, a gymnastics routine in front of rowdy club crowds.