This is a song about "Predict"

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

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

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

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Maybe i can predict the future like a prophet

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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

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

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

Make yourself hard to predict move in serpentine,

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

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