Rapper Gucci Mane has once again left his OG fans amiss with a move that seems off from his customary ethos, which is usually centered around habits like responding to a judge in a court of law with “Bitch I might be.” The East Atlanta Santa (alias 1) has dropped off an early Christmas gift in the form of his new memoir The Autobiography of Gucci Mane published on September 19th — the same day that marked his final day of probation. Guwop (alias 2) has taken his tour from night to day with a full on press release starting in a New York Barnes & Noble where he was accosted by animal rights activists.
The rapper claims to have started writing the book while in the confines of his high maximum security prison he called home from 2014 to 2016. He lends to his incarceration as his driver to claim a whole new life that is the antithesis of his past as a drug dealer. Upon release, Laflare (alias 3) confessed to reforming to sobriety and an all around healthier lifestyle, which was evident in his whopping 50 pound weight loss that caused a dramatic change in his physical image. This marked the beginning of conspiracies amongst the public of the release of a “Gucci Clone” (possible alias 4?) rather than the original Gucci Mane that entered jail, the first piece of evidence being how his trademark ice cream cone tattoo now appears farther back on his slimmer visage.
From this profound revitalization he experienced while in jail, Gucci has committed himself more than ever to hustling towards his work. In his book, Gucci covers details of his life beginning as a drug dealer in East Atlanta to even the transition he decided to undergo in terms of his public image from three years ago to present day. On his official social media accounts, this clean image is maintained through meticulous curation by an ever present PR manager. The concept of taking on the feat of writing a book in the first place is phenomenal, but in the midst of Barnes & Noble becoming the hosting ground for YouTubers turned memoir publishers, this may seem bizarre. Read it for yourself, note how many ad-libs there are — or lack thereof.
Written by Celia Davalos