This is a song about "Miracle messes hair"

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

This hypocritical criminal, i'm the lyrical miracle.

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

It messes with your head, it makes you someone that your not,

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"

And got her room number, you can find me there

Your pullin on my hair

U got all them drums in there

Rhymin lyrical so spherical its a fuckin miracle

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

For you to keep up with me would be a miracle/