This is a song about "Predict"

We're out with the stars, you're on your way to the best night ever

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

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

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Maybe i can predict the future like a prophet

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Make yourself hard to predict move in serpentine,

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

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

Or closed casket for our troubles

Trying to predict the outcome via infrared

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

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

I promise the moment it's with me i'll leave it in the district