This is a song about "Three miracles"

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

Or closed casket for our troubles

I sit performing miracles and i ain't even spiritual

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Directing lyrical miracles, action

They feel right, these lyrical miracles 'cause i feel like

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

Cause my lyrics are like miracles to you ears you hear me?

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Put three g's on the three j's signed to the roc/