well, i was born one thousand nine hundred and eighty four years after the death of our lord and savior the jesus. he with whom nobody fucks, on the 3rd floor of the now defunct maternity ward of kino community hospital to a mexican mother but strangely enough, no father, weird, i know. since then i have been...

chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool, and all shooting some b-ball outside of the school when a couple of guys they were up in no good, started making trouble in my neighborhood, i got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in bel-air"

i whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and had some dice in the mirror, if anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought nah forget it, yo homes to bel-air.

i pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, yo, homes smell you later, looked at my kingdom I was finally there to settle my throne as the prince of bel-air