Beeda Weeda the 22-year-old MC/Producer, hailing from Oakland, CA claims to be a Stunnaholic. Maybe that statement would have more validity if his album were actually good. His debut album, Turfology 101 drops at the end of August.

Although Beeda Weeda is entrenched in the Hyphy scene, Turfology 101 doesn’t reflect that particular culture, but it does however seem to vacillate between a stereotypically southern sound and a stereotypically west coast sound. Rife with “hoodisms” that have become the typical idiosyncrasies of rappers who rap about “da hood,” you almost wonder if the whole album is a spoof because for some reason, it’s just not that believable coming from him.

It opens with the three main rules of “Turfology.” Number one of course is no snitching because, “snitching is like pork to a Muslim, we loved it but we will do without it.” Number two, no turf hopping, you have to hold your block down of course, and number three, don’t get high on your own supply. Apparently, these three rules should get you started and the rest is up to you. Yep, you basically just imagined what the rest of the album is about: How gangsta Beeda Weeda is, tearing the club up, how fly and flashy he is and men, if you’re not careful, he will f**k your b***h.

The production is lackluster and out of 16 tracks there isn’t really one that is very interesting at all. For example, “You cry and say it’s lies but I…I try to tell you that I only want you in my life. I’m out hustling late night all night. But understand love I’m only tryna get it right.” This was excerpted from “Soldier,” the song “dedicated to all the women out there who got them a soldier who’s out in the streets doing whatever he do, hustling and grinding to take care of them.” And I believe Destiny’s Child created that monster.

There’s also “Wet.” “Inches on my neck yeah, I’m so wet, piece on my chest yeah I’m so wet, mouth draped in baguettes yeah I’m so wet, got your girl undressed saying I’m so wet.” Need there be more? Another song is “Be Like Us,” inquiring whether anyone wants to be “gangstas,” “killas,” “hustlas” or “thugs” like them because they have “money,” “power,” “guns” and “drugs.” There’s also “Rippa Slippas,” “Back of the Club,” “We Ain’t Listening,” “Stomp,” etc.

Ultimately, music depends on a matter of taste but generally wack is wack. And this is a new coaster.