So it looks like everyone's having fun with shiz, anyways, lately I've been too busy with crap that I'm unable to do ****. I'm moving on to obtaining a driver's permit and I'll be able to obtain a license like 6 months from now and school's been a *****, anyways I want to try to go play some smash this saturday, anyone up to hosting and now this is 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. In west Philadelphia, born and raised; on a playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin out, maxin, relaxin' all cool and all shootin some b-ball outside the school when a couple of guys they were up to no good, startin makin trouble in my neighborhoodI got in one little fight and mom got scared she said, "you're movin with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." "I begged and pleaded with her the other day, but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kissin' and gave me my ticket, I put on my walkman and said "I might as well kick it". First class yo this is bad, drinkin orange juice out of a champagne glass...Is this what the people of Bel-Air are livin like? Hmmm this might be alright! 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 this cab was rare but I thought "Nah forget it... Yo homes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to cab "Yo Homes Smell ya lata!" I looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on the throne as the Prince of Bel-Air."