This is a song about "Predict"

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

Make yourself hard to predict move in serpentine,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

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

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

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

Maybe i can predict the future like a prophet

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

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