my life got metaphorically turned upside-down. And I would like to take a minute to tell you, so you should sit right there, as I tell you about how I became the prince of Bel Air, California.

I was born and raised in West Philadelphia, where I spent most of my days on the playground playing Basketball. But one day, a couple of people who were up to no good began being troublesome in my neighborhood. I ended up getting into a fight with them, and then my mother got scared. Long story short, I had to move in with my aunt and uncle in Bel Air.

I begged and pleaded with her for days not to send me to live with them, but she didn't listen, she just packed my suitcase and dropped me off at the airport. With nothing else to do, I put my Walkman on, and relaxed in my seat. I got to fly in first class, it was pretty cool. I drank orange juice out of a champagne glass. I thought that if this is what the people of Bel Air live like, I might be alright.

Getting off the plane, I whistled for a Taxi Cab outside. Once it came near, I noticed the lisence plate said "Fresh" and there were Dice in the Mirror. If anything I'd say that the Taxi cab was rare but I thought to myself, "Nah forget it, hey buddy! To Bel Air!".

I pulled up to the house sometime around 7 or 8 o' clock, and I yelled to the Taxi Cab driver, and told him that I noticed an aroma coming from his car. I looked at my new home, I'd finally arrived. I sat on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.