This is a song about "Fresh to death"

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

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

Grow older, closer to death.

Spending her time with him i guess

Cause i was about ready to fuckin choke you to death

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

It's fresh 2 death, you know that sound

Cause everytime yall come around

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

With blood splatters on them yet i still look fresh to death

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Cause im dressed to kill, fresh to death, get like me, bastard

Try to stay fresh rather than something that i let rot,

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

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

When i step up out the maserati car