So like I'm gonna write a poem about my home girl Ashleigh.
and it's kinda biographical, because I know her so well :')
Now this is the story all about how
Asheligh's life got flipped, turned upside down
And she'd like to take a minute just sit right there
She'll tell you how she became the princess of a town called Bel-air
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground where she spent most of her days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of girls, they were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
She got in one little fight and her mom got scared
And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air"
She whistled for a cab and when it came near the
License plate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror
If anything she could say that this cab was rare
But she thought nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-air!
She pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And she yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes smell you later!"
Looked at her kingdom she was finally there
To sit on her throne as the princess of Bel-air
