"Little kids wanna be like Gucci when they grow up!"

Seeing the Trap God get married to arguably the realest woman in the industry besides maybe Lauryn London, was some of the coolest shit. Not because of the diamonds, opulent decor and star studded affair on BET of all channels, but because its kind of the culmination of a street nigga getting out of negative situations, straighten his life out, and now live happily ever after.

Some ghetto fairy tale type shit. 

Especially after listening to the audible of the Autobiography of Gucci Mane twice now in a week from Amazon Fat Kid Deals and playing that Mr. Davis Album I can't do nothing but salute. Just gave me a anthem with my last name as the album lol and it rocks!