This is a song about "Fresh prince of town pump"

Inhaler ? i might be in b-town in the back of four

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Of town,we were quick to invade,now my lyrics getting bare airplay,im already smart my birds

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

A bunch of fries coming fresh off the luncheon dines

Og like the prince of bel air,

You appear as if you care

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

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