This is a song about "Pre quandum lep"

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

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

See i dont need a rap thats pre

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

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

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

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors

Somethin like a legend so i pre-meditated,

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

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