This is a song about "Pre quantum lep"

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

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

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Got shit so complex that even if a scientist in quantum mechanics,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Somethin like a legend so i pre-meditated,

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

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

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