This is a song about "Borderlands the pre sequal"

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

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

I bring the heat like the

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The more battles the better the flows

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

But yo still held back in the pre-school, so your crappin nursery rhymes

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes