This is a song about "Fresh binoculars"

Im the fresh prince like will

Uhh, and i'm ill

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Fresh out the cut without the surgery

You should call me fresh stella

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I'mma sign that work and release that

Fresh gang and ymk about to kiiiiiiill it!

I fucking hate this job

The fresh goat more like a fresh joke

Me with binoculars on grind and i'm stomping curbs

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds