I haven't heard Young Money. Or indeed, any Wayne album outside of this one really, beyond a track or two. My buying/listening range has plummeted since going to uni, which is pretty much exactly when I started to get into Southern hip-hop...
The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.