I was watching a couple of long haired out of date fucks smoking pot and bitching about everything in the park. I walked up to the hippies and yelled at them and they beat me up. I went home to my mom and told her what happened today. 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" with dice in the mirror. If anything I could say this cab was rare but naw forget it, Yo homes to bel-air! I..pulled..up to a house about 7 or 8 and yelled to the cabbie yo homes smell ya later. Looked at my kingdom and I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of bel-air.