This is a song about "Pre cal"

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

In the midst of a fire pit

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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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

Born in cal but my heart is philly, can you feel me?

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Well zoom, no offense but you look like a so-cal douche

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors