This is a song about "Divine"

My divine itching and shrine killing

But he don't rule a thing

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

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

I shine, you shine, so we shine

But i guess no one wants to be divine

Back at me~ underlines the divine decline as the sand

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line