This is a song about "Predict"

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

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

Maybe i can predict the future like a prophet

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Make yourself hard to predict move in serpentine,

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time

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

Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

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

Trying to predict the outcome via infrared

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

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

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.