This is a song about "Predict"

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

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

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

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

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Make yourself hard to predict move in serpentine,

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

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

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Trying to predict the outcome via infrared