This is a song about "Predict"

Trying to predict the outcome via infrared

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Maybe i can predict the future like a prophet

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

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

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

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

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

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed