This is a song about "No more miracles"

And tell 'em there's no more games,no more

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

They fiend in the door

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

If you can't look up at yourself

No more prison and cells

We race foreign cars, custom models

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

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

The only one known to have perform miracles

Bitch no more missing you

Raised by a momma who, who

You don’t have to worry no more

You see i gotta go to war

And you ain't gotta go to war

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