This is a song about "Predict"

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

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

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tonyfuck her friend

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

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Maybe i can predict the future like a prophet

Trying to predict the outcome via infrared

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

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

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

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

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better