In west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground where I spent most of my days. Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool and shooting some b-ball outside of the school, When a couple of guys said were up in no good, started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air!
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later. I looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to settle my throne as the prince of bel-air









