This is a song about "Pre quandum lep"

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

See i dont need a rap thats pre

And niggas flashing crazy

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Somethin like a legend so i pre-meditated,