This is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down. 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 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. 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 moving 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 could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "Nah, forget it - Yo, home to Bel Air!"

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home, smell ya later". I looked at my kingdom. I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.