This is a song about "No more miracles"

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

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

No more showering you with stuff,

And i can't help but notice

She leave her hair on the floor

You’re not wanted here no more

No ho, acquainted with the floor

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

Lower than my credit score

One day you'll be dead and no more

I ain't happy with the score

You don’t have to worry no more

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Reincarnated bitch even worse than before