The craziest curveball is “Still Missin” which is a straight-up album track. He talks about girls, tires, body parts, and selling drugs – all in predictably watered-down fashion, but it vaguely resembles a trajectory. Seriously, Flo Rida is actually rapping here, about actual rap things.
But that’s not what this is Flo Rida’s first album is actually a totally mediocre attempt at a pop-rap album, but pushed out with a lot of heart. If Mail on Sunday was the name for a series of colorless, decontextualized Flo Rida club filler, which would be perfectly suitable.
Mail on Sunday is a very silly name for a rap album, though not necessarily a silly name for a Jimmy Buffett album.
