This is a song about "No more miracles"

And you ain't gotta go to war

I'm not afraid no more

No more prison and cells

And if you pay for that yourself

Bitch no more missing you

What preceded was the clue

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

No more appeasing neutralizing bleeding

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

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

Here i go again, falling in love

No more showering you with stuff,