This is a song about "Predict"

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

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

Trying to predict the outcome via infrared

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Make yourself hard to predict move in serpentine,

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

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

Maybe i can predict the future like a prophet

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

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

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

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips