This is a song about "Pre"

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

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

Somethin like a legend so i pre-meditated,

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

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

Chillin' with homies and family

See i dont need a rap thats pre

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve