This is a song about "Predict"

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

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

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

Maybe i can predict the future like a prophet

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater

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

Trying to predict the outcome via infrared

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Make yourself hard to predict move in serpentine,

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

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

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

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend