This is a song about "Your my prince"

Hey, the mind state of a winner

Your sort of like my sister,

With my guns your get antiquated

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Gotta handle your own

Put my number in your phone

Tryin to find ya boy big patrick and turn ya prince to a frog.

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

I stay fresh prince like i live in bel-air

My beating heart telling me your my remedy

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Buyin' the best of fresh prince for the bedroom