This is a song about "No more miracles"

Ima go until my arm's sore

// [you (don't hurt me no more)]

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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I got soul, there's more in store

Now u want me no more

The only one known to have perform miracles

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Lower than my credit score

I miss ya... cuz your here no more,

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

No more struggling like a widow

I don't wanna live no more

They fiend in the door