This is a song about "Pre shift"

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Aye pitch shift this shit man.

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

That a 12 hour shift, of a bitch on my dick, every time i spit, i rip,

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

Shift time, drift into a swift roller coaster lift

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

A gift a lift a revolutionary continental shift for the whole universe

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

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

Shift on to writing my rhymes every night 'til they soak right through each page

But let me inspire someone who can

Switch lanes, swiftly shift to shit, hear "bang bang",