For fun I just tried this in Google translate, and then took its output in Latin and translated back to English.

This is the story of my life, and it's been turned upside down for a while, and I want to take a moment, sit there, and tell you how I became the leader of a town called Bel Air.

Born and raised in West Philadelphia, I spent most of my days in the playground. Taking it easy, being able to relax, being all calm, and throwing all B-balls outside of school.

When two men who were planning to do bad things, started causing a ruckus in my neighborhood, I got into a little fight and my mom got scared, and she said, "You're moving to Bel Air with your aunt and uncle."

I whistled for the car, and when it pulled up, the license plate said "new" and it had tickets in the mirror. If I could say anything, this car was rare, but I thought, "No, forget it, home to Bel Air."

I arrived at the house about seven or eight o'clock, and I called out to the driver, "Hey, house, smell it later." I looked around my kingdom, finally I was there, So I sat on my throne like the Fresh Prince of Bel Air.