This is a song about "Divine composition"

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

Back at me~ underlines the divine decline as the sand

Look at the competitions composition

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

I am peremptory divine do treachery n crime

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Y’all talk about christ like you’re his divine disciples,

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Yo, this is some funky rhythm hitting composition

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

My shrine, this album is divine

I'm benign, i'm divine, i'm a fine paradigm

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime