Daley Phunnies

Well, one day, I was out playing basketball with my friends in Philadelphia, the west side. I was born and raised here. I always spent my time at the playground, I was just chillin', shootin' some basketball hoops, when some shady characters who brewing up trouble, decided to fight me. And well, my mother had gotten frightened, so she told me to pack my bags to live with my Aunt and Uncle in Bel-Air, an area in the westside of Los Angeles. I begged her not to take me, but I decided that I might as well accept it, as I put on my Walkman. On the plane ride they were giving me orange juice in a champagne glass, maybe Bel-Air would be alright. But there was an incident when the plane had landed, when I went out of the plane, there was a man who looked like a police officer, he had my name out, next to a black car. (possibly a police vehicle) I'm not trying to get arrested yet or anything, just arrived here, so I ran away and caught a cab, this cab was odd, the license plate had said the word "FRESH" for some reason, and in the mirror were two fuzzy dice. I thought the cab was uncommon, but all I was thinking about was getting to Bel-Air, so I had arrived to a large building at about seven or eight, and I told the cab driver to, in Philadelphia speak, to "fuck off". I had looked at this landmark and I finally arrived to change posture on the throne, as I was now apparently the prince of this town known as Bel-Air, California.