Everything was going fine for me up until the end of last year. Just doin the same old everday shit, chillin, maxin out, and playing basketball. But at the end of the year there were these punks hanging round where me and my friends played. I got into a fight and my Mom got scared and said â€œYouâ€™re movinâ€™ with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.â€ 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, â€œNah, forget it. Yo, holmes to Bel-Air!â€ I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, â€œYo holmes smell ya later!â€ Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.