This is a song about "Predict"

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

Make yourself hard to predict move in serpentine,

Maybe i can predict the future like a prophet

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

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

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

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

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

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

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

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