This is a song about "Being fresh out"

One of the coldest to mix pro-tools with your vocals

Of being knocked out, and soon a nurse is checking your pulse,

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Im the fresh prince like will

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

Ya .ima breath fresh air watch em cough it out,