Wiz Khalifa, the self-styled Only Nigga In First Class, has been a serial disappointment. Oozing talent and charisma, blessed with early success and generosity from critics, his path to lasting success seemed clear. Somehow it hasn't come off that way. It makes O.N.I.F.C. a jarring title. Wiz remains at least one step below the upper echelon of commercially successful and critically tolerated American rappers. He's not in first class. Case in point – and salt in the wound – Wiz's Wikipedia page is yet to be updated to remove a reference to his hope 50 Cent would appear on this record. Fiddy is nowhere to be found.

The album itself is gently competent. The biggest let down is Work Hard, Play Hard. The album's first single, it was written with Stargate, the Norwegian writing duo responsible for Rihanna's best single (Rude Boy) and Beyonce's second best single (Irreplaceable). Stargate's presence gave rise to hope that Work Hard, Play Hard might be a massive pop-rap banger. Sadly the beat is derivative and the chorus is clumsy, not the memorable hook our host might have hoped for. Got Everything meanders inoffensively and features a cute hook from Courtney Noelle. Rise Above is neat: Pharrell's guest verse is notable for its surprising excellence – his best work behind the mic since his guest spot on The Clipse's Hell Hath No Fury in 2006. Remember You is a The Weeknd-fuelled dream – its trippy strings are one of the album's highlights.

Khalifa continues to be a frustration. His guests are responsible for O.N.I.F.C.'s finest moments and his own performance is worthy only of cattle class.