This is a song about "Predict"

Make yourself hard to predict move in serpentine,

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

You can't predict what's next, never been convicted.

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

We race foreign cars, custom models

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

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

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

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Maybe i can predict the future like a prophet

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.