This is a song about "Pre quantum lep"

Somethin like a legend so i pre-meditated,

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

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

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

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

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

So gon' and be my dealer baby

See i dont need a rap thats pre

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

We self-made but never is an i on the team

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

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice