It's an argument always heard in rap-talk: Where's that hip-hop with substance? Surely that question is followed with complaints about Waka Flocka Flame (seriously, his name comes up every time) and other swag/money/women-first artists. I love that type of rap, but I can understand the sentiment (yet I can't get behind the curmudgeon/"rap sucks now"/"what happened to lyrics" preaching). But there's nothing wrong with balance, and when portrait-of-a-life realism rap is done well — no finger-pointing, no hip-hop-is-dead grandstanding — it can be downright refreshing.