by Brittany High
Y’all know me, I’m forever tryina keep it gangsta. I’m not about to slip up again and wrap my homie’s gift in some corny wrapping paper with stars and polka-dots or some shit. That was my bad. And I totally deserved getting stuck in the head for that. Since Gangster Wrap sprung up I don’t have to look like a punk. $15 gets you three sheets of the bomb-ass paper. Annnnd hopefully some street cred. I’m really strugglin’ over here.