A palm tree nodded at me last night He said, "Hey, you look so pale" I don't know if it was the air or the breeze in my hair I had a feeling I had failed
Translation: The Church. Bel-Air.
A lot of niggas fail, frail nigga wont prevail here We seen it all men niggas cant even spell "scared" A fresh prince but yo my city aint no Bel-Air
