Flo Rida is the definition of a disposable artist. His lyrics are generic club cliches, his music is generic club music, and, most importantly, he has no personality. The title of this album is also quite accurate. He really does have only one flow. If you just want fun club music, there's way better out there than this *cough*Kesha*cough*. Mainly because, while artists like Kesha have beats that still sound good today, Flo Rida's beats have aged horribly. Some of these synths grate on my eardrums. Also, there's the pseudo-trap song featuring Gucci Mane at the end. I like Gucci, but he should've said no to this. The one okay song on here is Club Can't Handle Me, which is an okay dance song. Everything else can and should be skipped.