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

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

A bunch of fries coming fresh off the luncheon dines

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

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

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Fresh to death, swallow bleach, wine glass of mr. clean

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

In need of fresh bed sheets, my limits are reached

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood.