This is a song about "Divine sorrow"

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Six packs, or make a sick track, wallow in sadness, sorrow,

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

What's left except drinkin', doin' drugs to drown your sorrow,

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

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

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Pendants involved sorrow falling to menace

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

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

I am peremptory divine do treachery n crime

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Corduroys, cam will shine

To boast my lyrics are divine

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

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels