Only One Flo has absolutely no reason to exist, and apparently nobody has ever heard it considering it peaked at 107. If you could identify the moment where Flo Rida officially gave up, it’s probably the moment on “Club Can’t Handle Me” where he says “I see you D-Guetta!” This is a man who grew up wanting to be a rapper, and here he was, essentially rewriting “A Whole New World” with a 44-year old French DJ. Only One Flo has eight songs in 27 minutes. Sure there’s nothing remotely unique here, but it also sounds like it came from a human being. Mail on Sunday is thoroughbred rap album, and you certainly get a sense of what Flo Rida is all about.

It mostly consists of possessive, misogynistic, bewilderingly over-emotive bullshit (the hook is literally just “my ho still missin” and at one point he rhymes that with “shoulda kept her in the kitchen”) but it’s absolutely not a club joint. 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.

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