This is a song about "Predict"

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

If u believe that, nigga you is dumb as ever

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

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

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

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

You're very attractive, and notice that

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Maybe i can predict the future like a prophet

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Make yourself hard to predict move in serpentine,

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine