This is a song about "Pre cana"

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

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

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Somethin like a legend so i pre-meditated,

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

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

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

See i dont need a rap thats pre

Hey, must be the money