This is a song about "Predict"

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

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

Or closed casket for our troubles

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

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Trying to predict the outcome via infrared

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

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

Make yourself hard to predict move in serpentine,

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig