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

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

And got her room number, you can find me there

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

Please, just peep the crystal method where

I used to think that was the shit until i saw the fresh prince

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

Don't you leave a seed in there

I'm running out of air

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

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

A fly by air raid wit a bombardment of brilliance

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years