This is a song about "Predict"

Maybe i can predict the future like a prophet

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

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

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

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

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

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

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Trying to predict the outcome via infrared

Amen, they say you only live once

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