This is a song about "The fresh prince of bellair"

Parking lot of the blue flame

Cause we fresh on the game

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

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Keep a fresh twist cause im cool with the dick

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Eighteen, green, clean and fresh on the scene,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Fresh out the cut without the surgery

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

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

That's aids to the ill

Im the fresh prince like will