"Gutter music" and "club crack" are, presumably, LaCrate putting his own brand twist on some aspects of his hometown's native sound. All it gravitates toward, though, is its outlaw patina. A woman named Janeeba introduces the album and identifies Baltimore club crack as the "home of the chicken box, home of the half and half, home of the dirt bike, n***as hitting in a hole, n***as fighting dogs in the park," and the MCs don't stray too far away from that attitude. Verb goes straight for the gully party jugular in "Post Up," bragging that he's got a full tank of gas and is "trying to find me some ass and shake something," before running down his evening's plan: posting up at Hammerjacks, the 'Dox, Club Mate, and hitting Club Choices about 2 a.m. As booty window shopping odes goes, it's a spry number, cruising along a simple backing beat and a siren strafing the background. It's fun to hear the local signposts in the mix, but the generic boasts of the lyrics--$500 jeans, rings, and the usual nonsense about "real thick thighs, her ass jiggles like Jell-o/ it don't matter though, I'm trying to get a fatter ho"--make the track a bit mundane. Elsewhere, female MC Keesh--who spits with a fierce menace--continues the hard streets talk in "Name Ya Hood," boasting "in the hearts of the hood you find the blue lights flashing/ we got the pre-paid and keep on stashing/ Baltimore believe its vicious on them streets/ n***as don't give a fuck because every ni***a trying to eat."