Rick Ross, né William Howard Taft, is the man. His latest album, God Forgives, I Don’t, debuted at number one, and his release-a-video-a-day strategy is seemingly unstoppable.
His persistency has landed him a Rolling Stone cover. They dub the former C.O. the “Gangster of Love.” For the first time (that I can recall), he opens up about his job as a C.O..
For the first time, Ross talks about his past life as a corrections officer – an opportunity, he says, to “wash my hands” after his best friend was sentenced to 10 years for trafficking cocaine and heroin: “This was my best friend, who I ate peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches with, and pork and beans with, my buddy, my partner, my number-one dude. Suddenly I’m talking to him over federal phone calls. Hearing the way it was building, I knew I couldn’t take nothing for granted,” says Ross. “My homey’s father was a huge influence on my life, too . . . He was the one who was like, ‘Yo, go get a job somewhere, man. Go be a fireman. Or go be a fucking corrections officer. Just go sit down somewhere.”
Elsewhere in the interview, he says his weed consumption led to seizures and his love for Chick-fil-A spicy chicken sandwiches. Read more excerpts here.