This is a song about "Pre cal"

See i dont need a rap thats pre

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

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

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

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

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

I know the world been waiting for that

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

Somethin like a legend so i pre-meditated,

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

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

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives