This is a song about "Funk fresh"

Spending her time with him i guess

I start everyday as a fresh

My all gold rolly or the

You should call me fresh stella

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

This funky rhythm fits so snug, dynamic funk boomin from your trunk

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

The back is where they pushin the funk, drugs in the floor

Im the fresh prince like will

For real, a nigga ill