This is a song about "Divine intervinsion"

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

Divine rhymes, time and time again i'm lookin'

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Flying fine ese, here's wine as dressing time divine

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

Ya beauty divine, ironic cause that dont even match whats inside

The lines i compose are divine, there created by my designs

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Guess that means you can never be mine

With deep conceptual lines, nice and divine