So lately I’ve been listening to a lot of Wale.

His latest album Ambition is chock full of dopeness, my favorites including the title track and of course every hood booger’s jam right now Lotus Flower Bomb featuring the slightly androgynous crooner Miguel. Ladies I just want you to know, neither Miguel nor Wale are talking about your goodies in that song. They are talking about Charlize Theron. I can only imagine that her vagina smells of exotic fruits and lightly scented candlesticks of various fragrances.

But back to Wale. Hate him or love him, he delivers. He’s got a witty flow and a charismatic appeal to his multifaceted rhymes. He can make something for the clubs like Slight Work feat. Big Sean, or an introspective gem like Don’t Hold Your Applause. With him and Meek Mill on the roster, Rick Ross knows what he’s doing with MMG.

But scratch all that praise, Wale still has a face I’d like to punch. There’s something about that face. Just look at it. Look at it. It’s soo smug.