This is a song about "Pre calculus"

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Somethin like a legend so i pre-meditated,

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

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

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

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

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

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Don't worry bout a thang baby

See i dont need a rap thats pre