In west Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool and shootin' some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys who were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one lil' fight and my mom got scared, she 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 can say this cab was rare but thought "Nah, forget it" - "Yo homes, to Bel Air!" 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 sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air. Then my morbidly obese uncle died of heart failure and I had to move in with my other, much poorer uncle. That's life for you.