Jay will fukk up again and get caught.
Bey will leave him.
Years from now, she will admit to Oprah (in another heart-to-heart interview) that suburban daughters of Texan Xerox execs should maybe perhaps possibly NOT marry NYC drug dealers-turned-rappers who have garbage family values. Then they will discuss how on-the-nose this visual album was. "How long after the album's release did you file for divorce?" Oprah will ask while squinting with concern. Note the box of tissues set primly on the coffee table. Picture this shyt shot thru a slightly blurry lens for the sake of sentimentalism.