This is a song about "Fresh beats"

She acting all extra

You should call me fresh stella

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

The fresh goat more like a fresh joke

I’m getting beats, well i’m making beats

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Cause we fresh on the game

150 on my chain

Get blown like lawn leaves

While im rapping flows on beats

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Im the fresh prince like will

Uhh, and i'm ill

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

As if my lesser heart beats