Bub Styles

There's a huge part of me that's all smarty pants, and weird hair, and nerd glasses, and craft beer.

Then there's this small part of me that hates all that and smokes blunts on bridges built over freeways and covered in chains. Hat cocked to the side, I recall a time before the term artisan entered my life. It was simpler then.

Bub Styles brings me back every time. I literally thought, what ever happened to my bomber jacket while watching this.

Greener's hook goes, "I spend my time trying to figure with is greener, the money or the reefer." There's no nuance there. No witty wordplay or intellectual parlance. This is that grab a homie and do dirt shit with. Hannibal King's production brings that stoop to Cali and has me New Jersey driving on the 110 freeway, god!

I love this Bub Styles mother fucker, and I don't know shit about him, but that when he sends me his music I want to go gut a cigarillo and do hood rat shit. And that's where I'm at lately.

Look out for his mixtape, "Fatboy Sessions," set to drop next month via Villains United.