Fools Gold unleashes this can't-wait-for-summer smash by 100s with just the right amount of talkbox and not enough artwork of what is the best perm in the rap game. He tells the tales of ten former freaky lovers with an ease and gravitas that makes you feel like he's right next to you smoking a backwood on the porch. So feel free to roll down the windows, pretend your shitty Honda Civic is a '76 Cadillac, and be glad that you never got with a girl who tried to steal your conditioner. Also watch 100s performance at Boiler Room this past summer and realize that his hair is infallible.