A fleeting sliver of conscience dwells in the line “Forgive me, Lord, I know I ain’t livin’ right” (“Soul Survivor”).
Obscenities abound. Amid glamorizing thug life, Jeezy boasts of doing the vile stuff he raps about (“Thug Motivation 101,” “My Hood,” etc.). It’s a recurring theme. Gunplay and violent threats dominate no fewer than 17 tracks. “Last of a Dying Breed” says, “All red wit’ two shots in the head ‘cause he was workin’ for da feds.” Such brutality is often in defense of a thriving crack/cocaine business (“Go Crazy,” “Standing Ovation,” “Thug Motivation 101,” “Get Ya Mind Right,” “Trapstar,” “That’s How Ya Feel,” “Don’t Get Caught,” “Gangsta Music,” “Trap or Die,” “Air Forces”). The artist claims to “smoke weed every day” (“Bang”) with a preference for “big blunts” and “cali bud” (“Standing Ovation”). Alcohol gets poured into the mix as well (“And Then What”). Jeezy calls women hos. “Gangsta Music” and “Tear It Up” use explicit language to brag about erotic encounters, the latter describing fellatio, orgasms and various sexual positions.
Sometimes called The Snowman for being draped with “ice,” this diamond-studded playa has street cred to spare and nothing of value to say. Drugs. Violence. Lewd sex. Nearly 100 f-words. Heed the warning label.
