This is a song about "Pre calculus"

Fuck that now trying get the money

See i dont need a rap thats pre

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

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

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

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Somethin like a legend so i pre-meditated,

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

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

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