This is a song about "Predict"

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

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Maybe i can predict the future like a prophet

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

I won't retire ever, nigga i'm forever clever

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

Make yourself hard to predict move in serpentine,

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

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

Trying to predict the outcome via infrared

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

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