You Know You’re Ghetto When…You get a massage here—regardless of gender.

You Know You’re Ghetto When…You get a massage here—regardless of gender.

You Know You’re Ghetto When…Your bus seat has a bagged tallboy in it.

You Know You’re Ghetto When…Your bus seat has a bagged tallboy in it.

You Know You’re Ghetto When…This is how you spell “peach.”

You Know You’re Ghetto When…This is how you spell “peach.”

You Know You’re Ghetto When…You wear a Yo bag and carry a McDonald’s cup.

You Know You’re Ghetto When…You wear a Yo bag and carry a McDonald’s cup.

You Know You’re Ghetto When…This is the closest you’ll ever get to work.

You Know You’re Ghetto When…This is the closest you’ll ever get to work.

You Know You’re Ghetto When…You buy a booty cover to go with your bosom bandeau.

You Know You’re Ghetto When…You buy a booty cover to go with your bosom bandeau.

You Know You’re Ghetto When…You get your divorce for this low cost.

You Know You’re Ghetto When…You get your divorce for this low cost.

You Know You’re Ghetto When…You call Saul.

You Know You’re Ghetto When…You call Saul.

You Know You’re Ghetto When…Internet is the main reason you go to Burger King.

You Know You’re Ghetto When…Internet is the main reason you go to Burger King.

You Know You’re Ghetto When…Lucky Wang is something you feel comfortable saying.

You Know You’re Ghetto When…Lucky Wang is something you feel comfortable saying.