This is a song about "Convention predict technique psychology summary"

Don't predict the story before you get to the end

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

You'd predict we're a bunch of miracles.

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.

Hey, must be the money

And need psychology

Well im still dubious about my technique and delivery

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Who'd predict shed come to me? make me feel so high,

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Elite geek speaks unique, sleek with mystique, sweet technique

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Then there's me and the summary