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

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

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

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

Tell me to check the blue prints. think that makes you the true prince?

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

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

And i walk in to hear the smell of a fresh bong,

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Buyin' the best of fresh prince for the bedroom

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune