Today I go out to my mailbox to find an envelope with a distinct 'RIAA' letterhead on it. I flipped out and opened it up to find a pretty harsh letter from the RIAA, basically telling me that they are going to sue me (I have about 3,000 mp3s on my computer). I called up my mom and my mom got scared she said your moving in with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and had dice in the mirror, if anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-Air!
I-pulled- up to the house about seven or eight, I yelled to the cabbie yo homes, smell you later, looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
