This is a song about "Divine nature"

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

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

My homies was just against my nature.

Folarin, the muse of the hater

But i guess no one wants to be divine

Huh, got to get better with time

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

I rhyme divine, designed and my words refined i shine

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

After many lessons, you still acknowledging the novice nature

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Yall mother fuckers need to start thinking nature is gorgeous

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Bro that never ever shows though, my flow's divine

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine