I was raised by my uncles and my grandmother—everybody was from the street. I’m a descendent from a long line of pimps. And they stay fresh. They stay the flyest—silk, linen and gators. I started out wearing Jordans and they tried to convert me to hard bottoms.
The first mink I got was from Greenbriar Mall, right in the heart of East Point, Atlanta. It was around the time OutKast did “The Whole World.” They had the jacket and the pants to it. I still got them all downstairs. I’m so cool I don’t even put my minks in the freezer. I just put my shit in my regular closet. So disrespectful.
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