<font align="justify">Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down. And I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there, I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air.

<p> In west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days. Chillin’ out, maxin’, relaxin’, all cool, and all shootin some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared; she said ’You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air.

<p>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 can say this cab is rare, but I thought ‘Now forget it’ – ‘Yo homes to Bel Air’.

<p>I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie ‘Yo homes smell ya later’. I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there to settle my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.</font>