This is a song about "Pre calculus"

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Somethin like a legend so i pre-meditated,

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

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

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

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

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

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

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

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Or you'll drive me crazy

See i dont need a rap thats pre