This is a song about "Pre cal"

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

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

You, you, you have to pay for that

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

See i dont need a rap thats pre

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

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

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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