This is a song about "Pre"

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors

See i dont need a rap thats pre

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

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

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

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

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

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

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Somethin like a legend so i pre-meditated,

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit