This is a song about "Your my prince"

Got your bitch in my sheets

I said believe in your dreams

Get the zippo and spark the shit

With my guns your get antiquated

Prince williams ain’t do it right if you ask me

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

I used to think that was the shit until i saw the fresh prince

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

She say the "royal penis is clean", i'm prince akeem and she is my queen

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

My beating heart telling me your my remedy

Put your head on my chest

Is what i quest

Your part of my hater nation

I am my inspiration