The music carries on under its own rhythmic momentum regardless, time passing apathetic to the fact that each bass thump, synth warble, and subdued beat moves the singer further and further from the person she once thought she could have become.
Jeezy's hyper-extended rasp remains to him, "yeah" is a four-syllable word and his in-house production team continues to refine its grandiose synth beats (think Vangelis with a fetish for trunk-rattling bass).