This is a song about "Pre calculus"

See i dont need a rap thats pre

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

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

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

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

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

Somethin like a legend so i pre-meditated,