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

The people that you mug, you know they're fresh out of cash,

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

This shit fresh off the top of my dome

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

Propelling through heirs to alter the air of fairness offered

A bunch of fries coming fresh off the luncheon dines

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

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Buyin' the best of fresh prince for the bedroom