Here's Ghostface Killah, recording the album we pretty much expected him to, yet people still hated on it. The absurdly titled Ghostdini: Wizard Of Poetry in Emerald City is the R&B/hip-hop experiment GFK flirted with on damn near every album. While his previous ventures into the sound weren't always perfect, they weren't garbage either. And neither is Wizard of Poetry.
There might be some recycled production ("Guest House") and beyond-graphic lyrics ("Stapleton Sex"), but what should we expect? This is honesty in the form of gaudy, uber-sexual songs dedicated to intercourse, unrequited love, and the BS that can come with relationships.