This is a song about "Predict"

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

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

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Trying to predict the outcome via infrared

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

Make yourself hard to predict move in serpentine,

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Maybe i can predict the future like a prophet

I'm good if yall dont listen, just catch me out the district

Devil on my back realised i was tricked, couldnt predict,

Man could predict the pain she's bringin you for whatever,

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

We vegetables, on them record labels

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