This is a song about "Fresh prince of bel air"

That night i took jesus in like my first breath of fresh air.

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

This shit fresh off the top of my dome

Put my number in your phone

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

A fly by air raid wit a bombardment of brilliance

Propelling through heirs to alter the air of fairness offered

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

King's being beheaded by the prince with instances of sentences

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love