I’ll get to Back 2 Da Basics, Yo Gotti’s current album, but I wanted to touch on DJ Drama and Yo Gotti’s “I Told U So," a “The Real King of Memphis Gangsta Grillz Extra.” Unfortunately I couldn’t find it on Amazon. Maybe it’s just so underground that I’m the only one who has it. But it does feature the turntable stylings of DJ “the fuck” Drama. I like that. Can I introduce myself as Berkeley “the fuck” Joe from now on? Why the fuck not, right?

I’ll admit, I have virtually no idea who these guys are, but DJ Drama says he makes sure everybody eats. Something about him being called “Mr. Thanksgiving.” Nice! I’m hungry. Any applesauce in the house?

Yo Gotti’s got this gravelly voice mixed with a smooth flow that the paradox of which has a little knack for drawing you in.

I’m not sure if DJ or Yo is the real "king of gangsta grillz" or if together they make up that entity. Also not sure if this is some kind of response to that Nelly grillz track? Have I uncovered some Memphis Lou war of words and or substance encrusted teeth? Mysteries abound, answers to which I am not privy.

Actually on further listening, seems like there’s a beef with Three-6 Mafia. Interesting thereby the whup that ho sounding like “whup that trick,” you know, from that movie, the one homey got nominated for best actor for, and triple-6 won the Oscar for? If you don’t know, holla at me and I’ll explain.

Continuing with album analysis, it’s all very dramatic. There’s quite a bit of pomp and circumstance about this album, which can be fun, and can also bog down the noggin with pressure about just what we’re getting into. To have DJ Drama and Yo Gotti put the grain to the salt, what you are about to listen to may be the single most important recording in the history of mankind, and by the way, nobody thought they could do it. PS: they are the real kings of the streets.

So there’s that, and that’s something to consider.

The first thing you’ll notice when looking at the cover of Yo Gotti’s album Back 2 Da Basics, is that he has a giant gold platinum and diamond encrusted medallion saying “Yo Gotti” hanging from a large chain. This is in case people forget who he is, or in case someone is coming down the street looking for him and can’t find him, I presume.

I kid, I kid. I understand the cultural, er, well, industrial (not goth, as in the rap industry) trend towards giant bling: I’m not some country bumkin looking at the rap game like “Oh, those crazy kids with their iced-out laces.” No no, I know. No, really, I know.