This is a song about "3 miracles"

In 3 days the 8th bomb i've dropped

And my bank account look just like a phone card

The only one known to have perform miracles

One of the coldest to mix pro-tools with your vocals

And nothing here's real, and everyone's alike

They feel right, these lyrical miracles 'cause i feel like

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

,in 3 battle and i'm nasty and grimy

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm showing you, it's flowing through my veins, it's miracles still,

I sit performing miracles and i ain't even spiritual

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin