This is a song about "Borderlands the pre sequal"

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

It has nothing to do with the game’s pre-release budget

The water from the past is the same water in the present

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

The richest place on earth

Destined to win, get respect where i live

My rhymes pre-cise, i'm too much for you, like weed's price.

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

I've been spitting bars ever since i was a pre teen

See i dont need a rap thats pre

I just want somebody i can see