PBG is one who appreciates substance in his art. He can enjoy musical “guilty pleasures” every so often, allowing himself to excuse the dumbassness of the lyrics, because the beat was slappin’ and hook was dope. But for the most part he needs his lyrical content to be on point. Cliche ridden, rundant ass, brainless swagfests, he generally doesn’t fuck wit. Unfortunately there’s an over abundance of it in hood raps nationwide, so when he gets to hear a cat from a turf, especially the one he’s from, spit hood shit with intelligence and substance, he’s gotta spread the word about him. Out of Fillmoe, San Francisco is Da Vinci. Here’s the video and single “What You Finna Do?” from his recently released, The Day The Turf Stood Still album.