This is a song about "Pre cal"

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

Look inside my closet

You, you, you have to pay for that

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

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

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

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

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

Somethin like a legend so i pre-meditated,

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

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