This is a song about "Fresh print"

Thinking you dope , thinking you fresh,

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

That bitch fresh at rich flesh

I'm hoping i confess

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Print a receipt out my ass crack for you to eat.

Print a receipt out of my ass crack for you to eat.

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Let me rideuntil i get free

Fresh out the cut without the surgery

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

I'm fresh to death, i'm hotta then ya'll

Im the fresh prince like will

Uhh, and i'm ill

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

But hey yo look, money from across the street