Well I was playing some basketball after school. Some girls came down to watch. I went up to the prettiest one of them and talked. We became pretty good friends. And eventually friends with benefits. The first time was over quickly, and wasn't really anything special. But the later times were MUCH better. A month later I asked her out and she said no. Turns out she had a boyfriend. But for some reason she never told me. The next day I heard that he wanted to fight me and was causing trouble in the neighbourhood looking for me. So I got in a fight with him and broke his arm. I got called a psychopath at school for that and everyone but my closest friends who witnessed the fight started to believe the nasty rumours spread about me. But that's not all. my mom found out and my mom got scared And said, “You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.” I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought, “Nah, forget it. Yo home to Bel-Air!” I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabby yo homes smell ya later Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.