This is a song about "Predict"

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

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Trying to predict the outcome via infrared

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Putting down in different projects at the same damn time

Make yourself hard to predict move in serpentine,

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

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

One parent above, the other live scared

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

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

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