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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

And manifest as stacks of fresh similes sick with these like a bad cough

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Yo im fresh out of parkside, we wear the green an white with pride,

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

The fresh goat more like a fresh joke

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

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

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

In need of fresh bed sheets, my limits are reached

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east