This is a song about "Pre cal"

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

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

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

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

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

And niggas flashing crazy

See i dont need a rap thats pre

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

I put the nigga in his casket

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

One night love: i'mma need that

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

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

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key