This is a song about "Nostradamus"

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Nostradamus couldn't be honest to tell me my future

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Published rhymes hopefully world wide call it nostradamus

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it