Ending “FREEDOM” the antepenultimate track of Beyoncé’s Lemonade, an excerpt from a speech given by Jay Z’s grandmother, Hattie White, at her own 90th birthday offers the assumed inspiration for the album’s title.

“I had my ups and downs, but I always find the inner strength to pull myself up,” says White. “I was served lemons, but I made lemonade.”

On her sixth studio album, Beyoncé uses 12 stellar tracks to do just that. Given the sour taste of her husband’s alleged infidelity, Beyoncé reinforces her artistic invincibility by transforming cheating rumors into the one of the most versatile, empowered and discussed albums of 2016.

With a runtime of just over 45 minutes, Lemonade is a cohesive, powerful ode to Beyoncé’s own perseverance. On “PRAY YOU CATCH ME,” the album’s first track, a flawlessly executed hook shows the singer’s initial emotional state: “Prayin’ to catch you whispering, I’m prayin’ you catch me listening.” The suspicion towards her partner is there, but Bey, or at least the character she represents, isn’t yet ready to confront her lover. That necessary level of confidence comes into fruition over the summery production of “HOLD UP,” where Beyoncé makes it clear she understands her own self-worth through a hypothetical jab at her husband: “Let’s imagine for a moment that you never made a name for yourself/or mastered wealth, they had you labeled as a king/Never made it out the cage, still out there movin’ in them streets/ Never had the baddest woman in the game up in your sheets.”

Transitioning into a rock-and-roller on the Jack White featured “DON’T HURT YOURSELF,” Beyoncé crushes any remaining self-doubt in one of her most experimental, speaker-knocking tracks to date: “Who the fuck do you think I is?/You ain’t married to no average bitch boy/You can watch my fat ass twist boy/As I bounce to the next dick boy.” She knows her value, and no man, not even one “labeled as a king,” will make her question that again.

Musically, Lemonade is a 12-track testament to why Beyoncé reigns queen. After the three aforementioned tracks, highlights continue in constant progression. “SORRY,” tells the unashamed tale of a woman proud to move on from her cheating man while offering the world with the social media fire igniting “Becky with the good hair” line. “6 INCH” features The Weeknd over production he seems to be born to bless, while “DADDY LESSONS” is a soulful, country-crossover emphasizing the complex father/daughter relationship that created the woman baring her soul on the album.

After two tracks that, while not bad, fail to standout in “LOVE DROUGHT” and “SANDCASTLES,” Beyoncé brings Lemonade to a stunning close after a beautiful solo appearance from James Blake on “FORWARD.” Iconic Just Blaze production makes way for Beyoncé’s motivational majesty on “FREEDOM”: “I break chains all by myself/Won’t let my freedom rot in hell/ Hey! I’ma keep running cause a winner don’t quit on themselves.” After a predictably perfect Kendrick Lamar feature at the song’s end, “ALL NIGHT” pairs Beyoncé with sampled horns from Outkast’s “SpottieOttieDopaliscious,” coming full circle as she readies to take her man back. However, lest anyone confuse this with weakness, Beyoncé ends the album with its most triumphant track, the super-bowl controversy inciting “FORMATION.” Strong and impeccable as ever after an album laden with personal trouble, “FORMATION” illustrates Beyoncé as shamelessly southern powerhouse, equipped with hot sauce and a complete lack of fear.

Whether or not the album is about Jay Z, Lemonade is an undeniable statement of the strength, beauty and self-worth of any woman whose partner is involved in adulterous relations. Lemonade deserves acclaim not just for the surface level greatness of its music, but for the symbol of hope it provides to Beyoncé listeners who feel that they can relate. While some will be quick to point out that Jay Z will surely make a major profit off of an album that is supposedly fueled by his infidelity, it’s Beyoncé who is driving in the money and saving the business, Tidal, which still has its bugs. For all of the remaining disgustingly backward Americans who continue to deny feminism as a necessary movement, Lemonade provides an immaculate, untouchable representation of female glory.