This is a song about "Fresh prince of bel air"

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

And got her room number, you can find me there

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

The people that you mug, you know they're fresh out of cash,

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

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

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

We was loonie i suppose, you could

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood.

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

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

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air