This is a song about "Fresh to death"

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

I skateboard with my hoard to buy a fresh extension cord

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

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

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Write anything here to generate some fresh lines

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

Cause i was about ready to fuckin choke you to death

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Games been tamed iced veins to rain death,

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

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